A true miracle

On my desk stands a picture of me and my dad, building a radio in a jam jar. Must have been over thirty years ago.

Bloody miraculous, I thought (something of that kind) at the time, when we heard some unidentifiable station crackling from beyond the glass.

Anything is possible

I’m still in awe, like today, when I realize the simple but limitless possibilities of the internet. Through Facebook I got in touch with a cousin of a cousin. He lives in Canada. We exchanged some messages.

This morning I got up and was alerted by his FB-status that he would be working as a deejay on a local radio station between midnight and 2 a.m.

It was early enough in London to listen to the end of his show.

Bloody miraculous.


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