Who we really are, what is the essence of each person? Genetics, memory, character? What if the advocates of reincarnation are right and we live more than once? What it is that lives? Probably many imagine something eternal, wise and beautiful as an elven princess.

What if it’s something completely different? I disliked myself for the strange expression on my face in many photos, as if I was squinting in the sun too much, since childhood.

What if this is the only way by which I can recognize myself from life to life? Everything else changes, nationality, gender ...

And it remains like the smile of a Cheshire cat, like the grin of a joker? As a mockery of fate personified by the face of Madame Blavatsky (no, this is not her expression at all).

Whatever it was, but somehow I began to treat myself kinder from such strange thoughts ...