I have always been lucky to have good people. Each of them inserted an important piece of the puzzle into the unfinished picture of the world that I painted for myself. Everyone brought something that I was missing. Everyone always taught something. By and large, I am the result of their efforts, their pale shadow. Time passes, and life speeds up unacceptably, generously leaving the closest, the most important ones nearby. The most loving and merciful. They don’t need to explain anything; with them you don’t have to be afraid of being weak or stupid. There is no need to make excuses to them - they forgave me on the eve of my birthday, unconditionally and forever. Therefore, all that is in my soul now is gratitude and love. Gratitude and love.