We accumulate life experience, and one day, with surprise, we ask ourselves numerous questions: why did it happen this way and not otherwise? How did it happen that we didn’t have time to ask the people closest to us about the events that shaped us and influenced our entire future lives - while they were nearby and passed on to another world? And along with the loss of these people, some memory cells were erased, and some were lost, irreparably and nothing can be done about it. Bitter disappointment. You can’t turn back the river of Time. Maybe there is a “Return Code” and can I find it?