Today I was offered a Tandberg radio, just like the one we had when I grew up.
I remember how I would sit there with my ear into the radio, turning the knobs and listening to all those different LANGUAGES coming out of that box.
Listening and trying to imitate the sound of each language.
Suddenly I found myself with that old radio cradled in my arms - "like you were carrying a dear baby" a spectator observed.
And worse, I who try to refrain from bringing things into my home to prevent clutter and keep my life as simple as possible - I, in the words of that same spectator suddenly had "that greedy look of a collector".
I better look out!
I remember how I would sit there with my ear into the radio, turning the knobs and listening to all those different LANGUAGES coming out of that box.
Listening and trying to imitate the sound of each language.
Suddenly I found myself with that old radio cradled in my arms - "like you were carrying a dear baby" a spectator observed.
And worse, I who try to refrain from bringing things into my home to prevent clutter and keep my life as simple as possible - I, in the words of that same spectator suddenly had "that greedy look of a collector".
I better look out!
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