For a long time, Clemantine has yearned for a cohesive identity and a logical, linear narrative of her past. Until reading Sebald, though, she thought it would be impossible to find coherence in her fragmented memories. However, she now realizes that the fragmented nature of her identity and past is what will lead her to her true history. She accepts that her story isn’t linear, but rather appears through jumbled associations. She writes her memoir in a way that captures this kind of history.