Several years have passed since the book was published in which I mainly took up my father's writings and drafts, memories and anecdotes of his life as a medical doctor. I find myself now with some sketched writings and memories of the whole path of my life. Emotions, joys, pains, surprises, amazements, enchantments, dreams that have accompanied me since I wrote Christmas letters in elementary school in Armenian. Writing I relive the moments, I see the faces, I feel the smells again, I find myself sometimes sweaty and sometimes cold, always happy at the end. I like to take back feelings already experienced with the same soundtrack. It is not nostalgia or melancholy. It is savoring time as a delicious food that has been offered to me and that I have tasted.