A while ago, when trying to get a certain type of roll film scanner that very day (i.e. not willing to order and get it the following day), I went into one of the shopping centres in Bucharest. I was next to shocked when running into those people that were simply walking around for hours and hours, looking at designer’s clothes and perfumes. I almost knocked down a couple of ladies. Anyway, this chapter is about memories and no fashion or comme il fauts, I hope.