Lets call this one "Dreams in the Attic. Little Andreas was invited to his godfathers place,and as this was also his fathers birthplace the house was fairly old,and had lots of treasures for the little devil. One day he came upon the attic,his cousin forgot to lock the tiny door,almost invisible this door was, as it was in a corner and had the same tapisserie than the walls. And what a world he discovered,Tonzz of books,lots of them illustrated.wow……..this was the place where he would spend most of his vacation from now on.all his heroes became alive as he started reading and his imagination took over the control. Another chapter out of my childhood,I remember beeing in my godhathers place ( my fathers brother ) ,when I was 5-6 years old.there I got at least no beatings*,as my fathers brother was occupied beating his own wife lol( sad but true ) ,anyway I discovered a whole new world.i stumbled in the attic upon a ton of “illustrated classics”as they where called,I read ivanhoe,robin hood,treasure island,later on charles dickens and others when I was fairly young.and I spend a lot of time in the attic,maybe my fathers sister in law was glad that I was a quiet child and occupied with myself,she always made fine cooking and lots of times she gave me an extra chocolate,very nice woman indeed. Maybe that was the gift to me,as it shaped my brains and in the same time I was able to flee reality,along with the ability of writing and reading I was one of the best scholars indeed (no bragging).later on my father opened me his own library and I learned a lot reading history etc. I think when I was 6 santa decided to give me only books for xmas and not stupid robots and plastic toy weapons to shoot around and make noise-lol. I later had my phase in life when I played with robots and soldiers in my egoshooters…on the PC…..hehehe,and today I play daz studio And I still “steal”me an hour per day to read a real book “paper” you know??lol. By the way I saw this kindle ebook reader on the adds, anyone has experience with this gadget?? * one time my fathers mother slapped me that was the first and only time I ever saw the fat cow.i never forget it,and who knows what happened to my father in his youth.this shall not be an excuse for him,but helps me understand why he became the person he was later. Andreas by Leije,merci beaucoup. Also thanks to arrogathor for the freebooks.