Our memory is sacred, and when a person is left alone with himself, it always returns him to his youth, and even to childhood, where everything was permeated with light and color, and the sky was blue, with floating clouds, and the air exuded a smell mown grass and honey, and the forest always kept a mystery and beckoned with its secrets. We all come from there, there are our origins and the power that permeates everything and connects us with everything.