Human memory is selective. She can't keep all our lives. Time erases and changes a lot. Only in photography does reality stiffen forever. Photography is a monument to time. While working with my photo archive, scanning the negatives I noticed that some of the images appeared, for various reasons, that there were no spots and scratches before. Thanks to them, a new meaning arose and what was not done in the shooting. The photo became different. Like a premonition. Or as a prediction of the future.