I am not sure why Dorian and Maya’s wooden blocks remained in Reading, for they both grew up in London, but remain they did. My second family had moved to the States already when I was leaving Britain, but I could not chuck away the wooden blocks. They were too beautiful. And too well made. Red, yellow, and blue, they were of many different shapes, too. If I remember correctly, they came from three or four sets, and so there were quite a number of them. Anyhow, I brought them to Motovun. For years they lingered in a box in the attic. Until this morning, that is. Hana Posavec and Silvia Ujčić, who just started a playgroup for the smallest children in town, asked at Klaudio’s this morning whether anyone had spare toys for them. “Ah,” I blurted out at once, “children should make their own toys!” A moment later I remembered the wooden blocks, and soon afterwards I brought them a big plastic bag full of them. Hana and Silvia were happy, of course, but so was I. Dorian and Maya’s old toys have found a new life at last.