History is not what we were wearing, It is how we had been utterly ruined. B.Pasternak. Spektorsky In the spring of 1999 the police found me lying unconscious with a broken forehead next to my bike in the outskirts of Paris, and delivered me to a hospital. It took a few weeks for French doctors to bring me to consciousness. But I did not recognize my son and said about my wife: this woman says that she is my wife . A doctor asked me how many years we had been married. I answered correctly, twenty four, and the doctor wrote down: arithmetical abilities are preserved . Later, French doctors...