Haven't you already happened to walk down a street, walk thousands of times, go through your whole life, and then, someone tells you: you know that balcony over there… Or he tells you: a lantern. Or he tells you: a wrought iron gate. You ask yourself: which balcony? And you think: what kind of lantern? And you say: no, there are none in that street wrought iron gates, because I would notice that, I know that street, I have lived there for centuries. But something is bothering you. And you go back and check. And really, there is a gate and a rusty lantern from the time when the streets were lit by gas. It existed long before you. Long before your eyes. Do you ever wonder how many things in the world have never noticed you passed by them and they don't even care if you even exist? ' indeed: the end of how many things we go through and not notice, neither they us, nor we them, and maybe we are important to each other, maybe we are some opportunity… for joy… at least the most ordinary… and we miss it… The same thing with people: the end of how many of them we pass, and we don't know it would be worth koliko how many people we share some moments… many moments… and we think: they know us, we know them… and we never looked a little deeper, to see their the most fragile worlds… and we often don't see even the brightest ones, convinced that we have known that for a long time…