So, the year 1939... I don't care that they won't believe it and will, playing out, wave their fingers, holding a large one to their temple, but I remember myself well... from intrauterine. Of course, then I did not yet know that that strange state is called intrauterine. And then in early childhood, the indescribable sensation that usually rolls over before bedtime, the memory of a happy swim in the amniotic fluid. However, it visited very often. It was at the time when I went to bed that I twisted, as we mostly do, into the fetal position. The mind gradually goes out, a warm wave of bliss rolls in, the world disappears, a strange state of weightlessness sets in... memories of weightlessness, of a certain line to which it is so sweet and mysterious to approach...