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This is it. The day we all been waiting for, is finally here. Excitement is the perfect word to describe this moment. All the family is reunited for this. All gathered in the garage. You can hear the mumbling of the oldest family members, telling us some of the good old stories we had on our grandfather’s kombi. It is incredible that every single part of the brown-rusty car has a story behind. Not a conventional one I think. Back in the day, our grandpa’s kombi drove us everywhere. Every month we had a family trip that turned into a whole new adventure every time we jump on the Kombi. No adults, except my grandfather, were allowed in those adventures. My grandpa’s Kombi became any type of machine you could imagine. A boat, a train, an airplane, a rocket, even a circus that kombi got to be. And of course the old man was the leader of every exiting adventure. Our grandfather’s kombi gave us traditions. Traditions that today are going to be renewed.  All of the grandchildren learned to drive on the old Kombi. Imagine a big black wheel; an awful long shift stick that got stuck every time you needed to change speed; a single radio station which coincidentally only played old music.  The old man has a saying. If we learn to drive the Kombi we will be able to drive anything. You can tell how proud he was of teaching us how to drive in his precious car. Always with a smile from ear to ear that expressed joy and sometimes a bit of mockery. This same smile is the one he put on whenever he sees the great old kombi. Now we’ve all grown. The kombi got left behind. Parked down the tree, near the garage. Cover all in dust. My grandfather couldn’t drive it anymore. From time to time when there was a big family reunion, we all stay late talking and sharing near that tree where the kombi was parked. In one of those gatherings, the oldest grandson got this great idea. “Could be a big surprise to our grandfather.” “Could even be his dream.” So here we are, the day we all been waiting for. All gathered in the garage. Our grandfather sitting in the middle. The familiar old sound of the Kombi approaching to us. A big “Sorprise!” echoed through the garage. And there it was. That good old smile, my grandfather used to put on whenever he saw his beloved kombi, appeared again on his face. That old rusty kombi wasn’t like that anymore. Instead there was a cool-vintage car in front of all the family ready to start some new traditions. Before anyone could jump on it, my grandpa stood up slowly from his chair. Walked towards the Kombi. Opened the door and sat on the driver seat. With a big, big smile on his face he turned on the engine and drove away. Just like the good old days.