Your first days at the university have arrived. You are a freshman at the Faculty of Political Science. This is a new stage in your life, you have crossed the threshold of twenty years, finally left your parents for an independent adult life. You're so excited about everything that's ahead of you. It's about noon. You've had your first lecture on a subject which name you haven't remember yet. The only thing you remember is this strange teacher who, for some reason, did not pronounce the "s" sound well. You and several of your newfound friends, whom you met during the lecture, were sitting in the dining room and discussing the first day at the university. They were freshmen like you, so you had a lot of common topics. The dining room was filled with the ringing voices of students and the clatter of cutlery on plates. The students studied each other, the freshmen looked at the senior courses with interest and curiosity, whispering and exchanging rumors about local celebrities. The older students looked condescendingly at the younger ones, studying with whom they could have fun, and with whom, perhaps, they could spend a stormy night in the dormitory, disturbing the neighbors' sleep. A lot of people, faces that just couldn't fit in your brain. You turned your gaze back to the plate, but suddenly your mind was pricked by some kind of memory. The awareness of something seems to be lost in the huge amount of information you are receiving now. But what kind of awareness is this. You raise your head again, looking at all the same things that you were looking at just a couple of minutes ago. The gaze slides over the faces again and stops at one face. You don't recognize it. Or not, it's familiar. It's a strange feeling, as if face is covered with heat. You look down and look up again, looking at this person. You hear your friends calling you, attracting attention. You turn around at them with a smile, but there's only one thought in your head. It's him. You remember him. But he won't remember you. Levi.