Fugue States of Amnesia

D again. I meet him outside somewhere. His face is rounder, apple-cheeked, clean-shaven. He is sitting at a picnic table, where we are shortly joined by two other men. One is a German academic of some kind--dressed in a suit and speaking with a thick accent. He makes a conversational reference to some obscure movie and a character in it. D, of course, knows this movie and replies pithily. We move inside and there D opens a suitcase(?) and removes various items, one of which is a painting of a civil war scene.