When I was 6 or 7 years old
On New Year Eve (that what we celebrate)
I got exactly the same paint box.
I bought a new one, my son is painting.
I had never seen anything like this before.
And I started to say thank you God.
And 6 years after my parents divorced, country felt down, was giant economical crisis.
We had nothing to do after school, only sitting on the streets, running around, we didn't even have a good playground.
Then the city opened first art school, I went with my friends, then by myself and all the bottom line of the city life was left behind...
