Only then I was admitted to primary school. In the market near our house, Friday and Monday of the week – these two days were “Hatbar”. I bought a few gas balloons from the market at a market. As soon as they came into the yard with the balloons tied to the thread, they somehow managed to blow my little hand into the air. But he climbed a little higher and tied the thread to the palm tree. After trying hard to get on the roof, I couldn’t bring the balloons back.

After a while I noticed that the balloons could burst if they hit the palm thorns. It was as if I wrapped a cloth around the head of the stick and pushed the thread tied with the balloon away from the tree so that they would remain intact. The strategy was successful, they flew without a moment’s delay. The sight of two newly bought red balloons flying in the sky in front of my eyes is still a source of sadness. Even so, owning one is still beyond the reach of the average person. I remember talking about my little fingers, but in a moment I took a permanent seat in my mind!