How long is it? They are a good twenty years now. Those few of my generation who did not just throw the load of video games, but they were busy to animate sprites or to format the search for science with the first rudimentary word processor - no, no windows! - Found themselves inside the blue box the same atmosphere of wargames . To be sure of my box was a different color: for questioini budget I had a green phosphor monitor Fenner. The almost mystical sense of the finding in a little 'fatigue and a little' butt, working long hours to sequences of strings from the meaning necessarily obscure. Internet was a secret weapon which ignored the existence even though we knew well the operation of the modem, we were far from imagining that one day all this would happen. There was very few computer magazines. It was all an experience of trying to prove that fine instinct of the future problem solvers. I found the same spirit until many years later, with the discovery of Linux and the infinite possibilities that seemed to portend. But basically the way we acquired the C64 remained inside: the desire to get deeper and deeper exploration of architecture, the effort to find new uses for applications originally intended for other things, the ability to always wonder and the desire to share every discovery with someone who had the same passion. The desire to know. A spice so rare, especially among my people of that time. And this is about something much bigger. After all, the touchstone of which was the C64, then we measured the scope of our aspirations. Something almost mystical. As the music of Frank Sinatra.