and over again, but she just couldn't remember anything.  

           The kind man looked at her once more for a moment sensing her discomfort. "I said what your name is? By the way I'm  Hans."

            "I'm really sorry but I just couldn't remember my name," the young lady's confused answer.

            "Don't tell me you've got amnesia? Are you sure you're not just making a fool of me? Seriously, you really can't remember who you are? The man asked repeatedly. "What do I call you then?"

            The young lady thought for a moment. "Ah...maybe, you can just call me Nema for now," the young lady answered hesitantly.

          "You want me to just call you Nema? What a coincidence."