Crazy: My mum found this short story I have written in September 1990 when I was 13 years of age. Title: »The flying carpet of moths« It’s about me buying an old flying carpet for 25 DM. Tragically it was infested by moths so the textile started to dissolve while I was having my first flight with it. Luckily there was a pond below me so I just got wet and I was saying to myself that this ride has definitely been worth the 25 DM. 😅