About the book: year / No time. There is only what we think about it. There is no age, there are only numbers in the calendar. When you stand in the rain, barefoot, in the grass, with wet hair, and laugh, you don’t understand how old you are - seven, seventeen or seventy. But there is love. Simply because it is inside you. And there is also freedom and joy. The joy that the sun is shining for you again today, and the freedom to return to where you were happy. Return to that moment that is worth returning.