A breathtaking expierience. You open the mail from a nice guy from Russia. Even his adres is in cyriliq digits. One of my favorite busses stares me in the eye, with all pre-war Dutch writing on it. He can't even read it, to me it's my fathers world. Amazing.... Than it hits me what fragile small this is, and it is build completly from scratch!
The little flaws in it are imidiatly forgiven!