It had started snowing and my grandpa Tataie had brought my mittens in his pocket. We walked away from the Children's Palace where I was doing gymnastics once a week.. In those times the Children's palace - Palatul Copiilor - was in the Cotroceni Palace, close to our home in Bucharest..
I loved to put my hand in the big pockets of my grandpa's coat as he held my hand.
That day there was something else in his pocket. A very small box, it seemed, and he stopped under the snowflakes and allowed me to open it. In the box, one square chocolate bonbon. It was for me, he said. I held it in my hand and then took a bite that revealed the most delicious inside: white, creamy, sticky, sweet and perfumed with vanilla, marzipan and nougat in the same time. I have delighted in eating itzy-bitzy smallest pieces of it until we arrived at home..
I was probably five year old..