Yesterday was December 5. While wandering through an electronics store, my eyes drifted toward the newest televisions on display. And in that moment, an old door inside my mind creaked open. A childhood memory I hadn’t touched in years came quietly back to me.

As a child, I loved taking things apart. Opening something up and seeing how it worked was more fascinating to me than playing with it. That’s why I never had a toy that stayed intact for long my curiosity always broke them open.

One day - I must have been six - I found the chance to open our old tube television. I felt like I was uncovering the secret machinery of the world as I unscrewed that heavy box. But then… A strange feeling climbed onto my shoulder: as if someone was watching me from above.