...perhaps it is not even one piece of paper, perhaps it is sheets from a notebook, the back of a torn envelope, scraps of cardboard, or whatever you can write on - it doesn’t matter. What kind of person is this? Definitely a participant in the events. Why is there no description of his character? - what did he do, what did he think about, how did he experience what happened? What for? There is a text written by him himself. For example, you arrive at a hotel and find in the nightstand part of a page - someone’s notes - about life, about yourself, about what he saw, or what he suddenly decided to remember. You read these scattered notes and touched the edge of someone's life. You sit and think - what kind of person is this... He will remain unknown to you, but you, even if only for a second, wanted to understand him...