Friendship is necessary for a man for good memory work. Remember your past, carry it with it, it may be a necessary condition that it is preserved, as they say, the integrity of your 'I'. That 'I' does not stun, to preserve its volume, it is necessary to water memories as flowers in the pot, and that watering is looking for a steady touch with the witnesses of the past, that is, with friends. They are our mirror; our memory; We ask nothing from them except that from time to time they illuminate that mirror so we can look at it in it.
by Milan Kundera
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In his work, Milan Kundera emphasizes the vital role of friendship in maintaining a person's memory and sense of self. He suggests that the act of remembering is essential for preserving one’s identity over time. Just as flowers need water to thrive, our memories must be nurtured through interactions with friends who serve as our reflections. These relationships help keep our past alive and integral to who we are.

Kundera illustrates that friends play a crucial role in illuminating our memories, allowing us to recognize and appreciate our personal history. By engaging with them, we can reflect on our experiences and maintain the essence of our 'I'. This connection acts as a bridge to our past, highlighting the importance of friendships in fostering a holistic understanding of ourselves across time.

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