And yet there is something in it - when a person shares with you his past, in which you have not been. But it seems that it was. Once you meet people, but it seems to you that you have known each other for a long time. And it's even surprising how you lived all this time, when you did not know each other. He tells you about how he used to spend his summer holidays, and what his first friend's name was, and where he came when he wanted to be alone with himself. And you imagine how he was a few years ago, when he was surrounded by other people and did not even suspect that he was waiting for him ahead. You just look at someone's pictures and you think: "It's so strange that I did not know you then." And I like to memorize all these little things in another person and know how many spoons of sugar he puts in tea, what dreams he dreams of, and where he got scars. And the last is not a trifle at all. And even if you were not in the past, what is important is that you are in the present.