I know that it was very important for me to read some of the blogs of my grandfather's mind, even if they were short and boring, the ones he wrote himself, about what he thought and did, and how he worked. I tried to write the following narrative about myself as if I were dead in another world, reconsidering my own life, and I did not find this difficult. Because life almost ended with me, I did not endure any hardships regarding my writing style. I used to collect all kinds of things, such as peels, stamps, seals, coins, and metals. My passion for collecting made me a man who was organized, natural, methodical, a brilliant researcher, careful, and strong, as I was naturally and clearly, as none of my brothers and sisters knew about it.