My favourite toy was a green plastic tractor. It didn’t look like the one in the photo – it was simplistic and ugly, but I loved it. I liked dolls too, but the tractor was my no. 1. My father knew that and once when he returned from his battlefield exercises and realized that he forgot to bring me a gift – although he promised – he took my tractor, wrapped it in decorative paper as if it was new and gave it to me within a funny, little ceremony – he always invented gift hand-over ceremonies which made me laugh, he was a joker. When I saw the “new” old tractor I told him ‘I have a green tractor which looks exactly like this one’ . He answered ‘Now you have two green tractors’. My mother was angry but he told her not to worry because after a while I will give up on searching for my other tractor. He was right, I gave up on searching, but I didn’t forget my no. 1. In the upcoming months I was living in the euphoria of having two tractors despite I was playing with the only one I had. That was my first step into Reality no. 2. Years later he made me laugh to tears when he revealed the truth about the “lost” tractor. I loved him even more.
My no.1 is still parked in R2, in the field of dandelions where the Innocent is playing.