When I was a child, I don’t know how old we were, maybe four, or maybe five, six, I played a game with my little brother, who is two years younger than me. The game was called “Sandwich”. It was a very simple game. We just lay on top of each other, with different coloured cushions between us that represented salad, and cheese and maybe ham. The cushions were different things on the sandwich, and I think, if I remember correctly, that we were the bread. I was one piece of bread and he was the other piece of bread. And then we lay like that for a while. And that was the game.