“It was like a book by Jaroslav Foglar ...”
I always wanted to experience this, and I am convinced that the history of this company began then - during the long breaks in the school yard.
I noticed several times eighth graders giving my two schoolmates letters curiously wrapped in triangles. "What is it? Who sends it to them? Why do they not want to tell me?” After a month of insisting, I finally got to see. "So, join us tomorrow. After school at three, around town.”