My room had a book case, made out of bamboo- on top of it stood a vase with phesant feathers-. They were a rare things in Lithuania. In the darkness they looked like goasts, and I use to hide under the blanket and shiver! Did the same when storms came. Loved to run to my parents bedroom and get in to their bed too! *It was a Sunday morning ritual.
My Dad was a CONTROLER of Utena and Zarasai states and he had to travel a lot. So he baught a HARLEY DAVIDSON motor cycle- used to be gone for weeks. I missed him so! I remember him sending his dirty laundry home- and I used to smell it and say- smells like Dad-TETUKAS,- that is how I use to call him!
He was the only one that smoked so that is why his laundry smelled like him!
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