In memory of my grandfather, the parasitologist of insects, Mr. Dimitrij Skrobal, thus to celebrate a rich and wonderfully long -lived, fulfilled life. ...Life prolonged my happiness again,.... whenever the golden thread of pleasures enters the web of a mysterious knowledge, I shall go to the orchard and pluck up the ripe apple. How I would like to taste that soft and perfumed skin, but a bee shall disturb me in my reverie...I know about those beehives in the garden, did not dare to come near and see the other warm, inviting and charming life. Did you know, that those bees recognize colors and return without a single mistake to their homes?...The sweet presence of honey....for how long? How susceptible is nature to pain, ...the exquisiteness and breathlessness of air, the world of sounds and emotions mingle with the vibrating colors there, turn your gaze, the white alabaster statue shall adorn you with flowers...that scent immobilizes you, therefore cry for more...