Year 1968: I am 11 years-old and traveling with my parents from Buenos Aires to the Netherlands, via KLM. Its going to be a long, long trip because there are no non-stop flights between these two countries. Stops will be Montevideo, Río de Janeiro, Morocco, Lisbon, Madrid, Amsterdam. Believe it or not, six!! I am getting a little tired on the plane (understandably). My mother calls the waitress and asks her if there is any toy or something for me. Oh the good old days!! She immediately brings me a pack of paper and a wooden puzzle. I cant believe my eyes. How does she know this is the ONLY thing that can make me happy??? How does she know puzzles and origami are my passion? I love KLM forever and ever! My mother is happy too! Ill be quiet for a while! Year 2014: Cleaning the storage in Buenos Aires, I finally found the package (I knew it was there, I only needed time), which I didnt use completely because, of course, papers are not only meant to be folded but loved, and cared, and watched, and touched.... Im sorry its not in great shape now but here it is! Do you have one similar? Is it also from that time?
Posted on: Sat, 06 Dec 2014 14:29:50 +0000
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