I am a former cinematographer, but I worked not in feature films, but in popular science cinema. Now I am 84 years old. Somewhere far away life is in full swing. Almost all of my comrades passed away... Loneliness and almost complete loss of vision. Hence the frequent illness of old people - memories, a second living of one’s life, and, often, the need to write memoirs. Who needs it? Old people justify themselves with the eternal truth: “Without knowing the past, you cannot build the future.” I’m probably already falling into this state of “going crazy.” But what can you do, I really want to speak out, although I have the feeling that I’m speaking into the void...