Helping the sedters to tidy up the basement a bit, we discovered that this seemingly uninteresting job could turn into a nostalgic journey into the past. Namely, when I asked her what about the three huge dusty boxes at the bottom of the basement, she answered: “These are memories of some old travels. You know those happy times when little, little traveled somewhere through our parents' union. Let's see what's missing. " When we started to take out one souvenir at a time, I couldn't help but wonder through a slightly sad smile what we were buying, how much money is trapped in the memories. Not to mention the destinations where they were procured. You remember the black gondolas, with the plush interior and the gondolier, who sings when he winds up. There were castanets and bells in the shape of Don Quixote from Spain, a crystal from Italy, a water pipe from Turkey, a Murano glass figurine from Venice, a small wooden donkey from Dalmatia and Montenegro, a clown from Paris, a wooden layer from India, several canvas decorative aprons what from Tunisia, what from Turkey and Egypt .... and there is no end ... Objects that should remind us of nice moments spent in that country very quickly become a nuisance and we start to wonder what to do with all those little things that serve no purpose but only collect dust and unnecessarily take up space in our home ...