The old hut darkens. The room enlarges. A window with crimson curtains appears on the place, where it used to be a pale wall. Untidied mess is transforming into the golden lions with red hair, filling each free spot of space on the floor. Dilapidated table now looks more like a cradle, where a much smaller version of me sits. From the shadows next to the walls a few cupboards can be seen with some blurred photos on them. 