I was born in the mid-80s, and I live in a time filled up with innovation, and as a result, desire. One minute I am talking on my new cell-phone, the next it's gone out of style. I can hardly imagine what life would be like without all these fancies, until a few days ago I came into this workshop in 798.

Here were the first series of comic books that I'd ever read, the automatic pencil-box who had buttons to push for different stationeries, and those little clumsy toy soldiers with whom we used to build armies and fight. All of a sudden, my vague memories of childhood became crystal clear. A time of no computer games, a time even a cassette walkman would be too conspicuous.

But if I call these things the old story, then other items here would be ancient. I think they dated back to… well at least my parents' time.