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I remember my uncle Thomas very well. My mum says I can’t because I was a little girl, only three at the time. But my memories of him are still very vivid. Uncle Thomas was a sailor. When he returned from his last trip, he brought several large (20) with him. Inside there (21) bits of wood, metal, and painted cloth. “What is it for?” I asked my uncle. He (22) me a broad smile and said: “Have your breakfast first and then come to the backyard. You (23) everything with your own eyes.” When I came to the backyard, Uncle Thomas (24) an instruction manual. It took all his attention because the manual (25) in Spanish, a language my uncle didn’t know very well. All in all, it took (26) a couple of weeks to assemble the object from the parts. To all my questions he said that it was a machine that (27) fly like a bird. I was probably the only one in the family who took his words seriously. They could never believe that soon we were going to see one of the (28) airplane flights in the country.