After Ciufu survived the first age of exploration is time for the second one ...
Years were passing and I got to Kindergarten where I discovered that in a communist state is not good to have a german name in the family. I raised being called a nazi brat. And since I was a bit of crazy kid and very stubborn, yes born in same day with the most hated man of our times but many years after, still the astrology doesn't lie when says that the people born on that day are stubborn.
The bright minds of communism decided to put me into submission and cut my desire to lead and stubbornness by playing second world war games where I was forced to be always on the looser side, bad for them, I was commanding my troops fearless but always being forced to die, not to mention that we were always outnumbered. So I studied how to mimic a german helmet with my "pioneer" cap, they were making me angrier day by day by forcing me to be on the looser side. All until one day when I failed to fall under submission and started a fight to win it for good. I don't know what my parents were told but after that day ... no more war games.
Lesson to learn? Never force someone into submission, one day he will say "enough is enough". And you make them grow opposite, so instead of worshiping the good soviet state I was fantasizing on a different result.
First cigarette
My father was a smoker, and I got a toy ... a train, more exactly an old steam train. As a kid I was seeing at TV steam trains and I had a toy one. The one from TV produces smoke, mine not. So I have a problem, I need my toy to look like the one on TV.
My father produces smoke with that thing he puts fire on it! Oh, ok, I know! I should take one and my train will have steam!
My problem was that the cigarette pack was heavily guarded ... all until one day, the day they brought chicken at the grocery store. If you didn't live communism you can't understand this! The day when some meat (more than claws, heads and necks) was available at the grocery the entire neighborhood was in red alert. All the inhabitants able to walk were forming a huge line and because the early bird gets the worm was a race to get quicker at the line. Because sometimes you were staying in the line for 4-5 hours for nothing, because was not enough it was a real race since the moment they were seeing the truck coming. And another nice thing in the communism was that were actually 2 lines, one in the front for all the "mortals" and one in the back for the guys with "relations", knowing someone from the store or being in the system (party, police, political police, informers and other privileged categories). Usually I was taken also at the line, because we could get more ... the more you were at the line more food could have been taken, because it was limited per person.
That special day, I was sick and the alarm was sounded, the entire neighborhood was running at the line, so did my family ... but in that rush the cigarette pack remained behind and unguarded. Lucky me! Now my dream of smoking train could come true, so it did, I worked some time to light the cigarette ... at that time I wasn't into smoking so I missed the nice part of getting dizzy but I got a smoking train. What I didn't knew was that plastic is melting at high temperatures produced by the cigarette. Well, I was introduced into the melting notion too, and I forgot to mention that one cigarette was cool but more smoke could have been better so I decided that a number of three could do it.
Soon my smoking train was to become a super smoking train because of melting plastic! What a day, so proud! Actually I had to destroy my train after that because my parents would have noticed is melted so it had to suffer a terrible crash!
Lessons learned? Yes, plastic melts, but even with the loss of my train I still remember the joy of having a smoking train at least for 5 minutes, to look like on TV. My parents will be so proud of me! NOT
Electricity
Same day with smoking train, the line was taking hours, so, after the rush of having a smoking train and having it destroyed to cover my tracks. I discovered another treasure, my dad's electronic parts, after playing with resistors and other integrated circuits, considering them just bugs I discovered a plug with a cut wire. Ok, nice, this thing goes into the outlet. Good! Now is in the outlet, why it does not to anything? No, don't touch it! Father and mother are saying to keep away from outlets. Well is in the outlet, nothing happened, me happy now I can touch it! Ouch! It hurts! Yep right, I touched it and it hurt big time, but what do you think?!?! I tried it for the second time, just to be sure ... and then for another hour I was afraid to unplug it but I was more afraid that they will find out I played with the forbidden things. Out of two fears the smallest prevailed.
That day I learned another lesson, that electricity hurts and that there is a good thing to listen to my parents when they say that is not ok to do something. Fortunately, as a kid you tend to forget quick that you promised yourself to be a good kid and listen to your parents.
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