Nothing special, but yesterday I had a magical beautyfull dream. I was 14 again...
The dream was:
I am sitting in my little room. Behind my little desk my c-64 on it. Two torbo joystick, tape unit, floppy drive and a Junoszty little black&white television as a monitor.

I'm drinking white coffee and waiting patiently, until my tape unit loading Uridium.
I was really happy, there wasn't any problem in my life.
Sorry, I don't want to bore you, but I hade to share it.
And why?
I think I had a happy childhood. And c64 had a deep magnitude in it....