In all the languages of the world, there is a proverb: What the eyes don’t see, the heart doesn’t grieve over.
There isn’t an ounce of truth in it. The further off they are, the closer to the heart are all those feelings that we try to repress and forget. If we’re in exile, we want to store away every tiny memory of our roots. If we’re far away from the person we love, everyone we pass in the street reminds us of them.