The memory I forgot the name of one my university friend. We weren’t too close friends, but the time, which has passed since the our last meeting, isn’t too long either! It is just two years. I have been sitting for a long five minutes trying to remember how it is sound, then without reaching the answer; I looked at the Facebook and found the name. When I was a child, once I sat with my grandma and we were watching the old photobook. It was (and is) full of black and white photos of people in old style clothes from the 1910-1920, sitting or standing in some typical poses. You have probable seen this kind of studio photos from the 1920 - for example, a man stands for a sitting woman, and his hand places on the women shoulder, or a woman in a long drees stands beyond the table and places the hand on the top of it. When I saw unknown faces, I was asking my grandma – who he is, or what her name is. And nearly always she answered me– I don’t remember. This photobook, full of photos of unknown black and white people, is still lying in a case in my flat. The memory is tricky.