Catherine, a 61-year-old Parisian executive, regularly goes to the theater with a small circle of relatives. “In our group, there are those who remember everything and two who never remember anything, including me,” she says. When we talk about the plays again, I no longer remember the title or the names of the actors. It’s a bit of a recurring gag. One day, I didn’t even remember that I had gone to the theater. There, I was really scared. I’m not a hypochondriac at all, I don’t tell myself that I have lung cancer as soon as I cough, but I was completely freaked out. »
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