I arrived at the house where I grew up. She tried to open the door for a long time, fiddling with the keys in the door locks. "And who are you?" – my neighbor asked me as she took out the bucket. "I live here. Lived,” I answered. "Who are you talking to?" – an elderly woman looked out from behind the door and heavily climbed the flight of stairs. “Are you Masha? Olga’s daughter?” – she asked me. I nodded. Here they always recognize me, no matter how many years have passed. Neighbours. They will remind you of what you have long forgotten.Masha Traub