On one of the last visits at my parents Dominik and me climbed the attic, opened a mysterious wooden trunk (yes, an old fashioned well made trunk with a bulging lid) and there they were, my old toys. Honestly, I had made the first inquiry some years ago and pulled out this cat among other things. I had lot of stuff, that is for sure. I played a lot with my cousin, we had quite developed games that only the two of us could enjoy. We played with little dolls and had all the furnishing and little tiny things that we could get in store for them. Which, on the other hand, was not that much. So we also made what we could not get. For example I found little carpets that I had personally weaved at a little kid's loom (you could get that) and weeny teeny paper dolls for my normal dolls painted from both sides.
And among all that junk there were these guys, a variant of the German Playmobil. Together with a baby doll house with a carefully selected parts of furniture and dolls these Igráčci, that is what we cal them, were taken down and were honored by the little guy to be taken back to Prague with him.
All of them used to have little belongings, depending on the job they performed. Oh well, that is left for another visit to my parents house.