I grow up in communism times in a East European corner. During those days the electricity was available only during a specific time frame and it seemed never in time for me do my homework for school. My mum and everyone else in the building use to have a version of this tiny little one. Somehow the momery is a warm and fuzzy one with loving parents around my head trying to make sure I will live a better future. Warm like this little tiny one 馃馃馃
