another memory i have is of cafe crystal where we often eat ice cream it was a special place so i dressed up in priest gert and put white ribbons in my hair. yes. we children took roaming around the streets for granted my many cousins and i grew up like siblings nobody had to play along. i associate that freedom and feeling of security with counterattack with the sand the tickles in your nose and the wind that's playing with your hair it's still the same place today.