When i graduated from high school my parents offered to buy me a holiday abroad. I declined and asked for a copy of "Ukrainian ball in search of gas" instead. Somehow it all makes sense: Years of rough studies and training behind me, I was now ready to embrace the real thing. When I got the game I spent several days avoiding the enormousness of it all. At some point I did play it and still remember the feeling I got: The world would never be the same again, the naive childhood days of pre-Ukrainian ball era were over.