Can tin cans, like sardines, come to life? I couldn’t believe my eyes while character after character from my mind to reality took on the forms of animals or humanoids or very nice and lively robots. And it was as if they were talking to me to thank me for existing. Now they are there on my sheet, together with the dust and rust that I liked to add to feel the time that has passed for them too. In fact, thinking about these characters took me back in time, when little was enough to play, even just an old abandoned tin box and now it’s there greeting me.