When I was six years old, I was curious about what was inside the drawer. There was a spider web and I screamed. I went “Kong Kong, there’s a spider inside!” and my grandfather, who was visiting us then, took a stick and started fiddling with it. He made a lot of noise—“pah pah pah”—and I thought to myself then that he was going to take the whole thing apart. I freaked out. I thought “Oh no, don’t ruin it, because it’s mine”.