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  • I found it at a flea market in Zürich. A small tin-tray, made sometime between the two World Wars, the seller told me. She seemed a bit surprised that someone would be willing to pay 75 francs for an old toy, but I fell head over heels... I immediately thought of various uses for it, spice rack, for instance, or a nice shelf to keep letters and postcards, or rings and bracelets, or why not cookies and candy, it can swiftly be passed across a table on its tiny wheels.

    I already love it dearly. I love that some of the paint has come off, I love it for its pure and simple form, and for the squeaking sound of the wheels. I wonder who has played with it, when I look at it I can hear a faint echo of a child's laughter and chatter. That's the beauty of used items, they always have a story to tell, but they'll only reveal it in bits and pieces, you have to connect the dots yourself. Or not. I think I prefer not to, I like the uncharted space.

    For now, my new treasure is parked on the kitchen counter, providing a resting place for two weary souls I like to keep close; good, old Virginia and the wistful Franz K.
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