I was very young, 2 or 3. On the way from the army, Daddy Brother came to us. And my mom decided to leave me with him for a couple of hours and go somewhere for business. My uncle went to the toilet. I closed it out there on a spongyard. And I run into the hall, excited by my heroic deed, I shut the door from all the way. It closed tightly. As I did not try to open it, it did not work. Further from Mom’s words. She comes. My brother is knocking in the toilet. There is a strong smell in the room. I cried, wept, wrapped myself in the newspaper and fell asleep on the floor.