"I'd sit alone and watch your light
My only friend through teenage nights
And everything I had to know
I heard it on my radio
So don't become some background noise
A backdrop for the girls and boys
Who just don't know or just don't care
And just complain when you're not there"
We have an old radio in our cottage. You know, this kind of radio where you have to turn a dial to tune into a radiostation. Browsing through the long waves is fascinating! One gentle touch and you can jump between London, Paris, Moscow, Berlin, hear broadcasts in languages you cannot sometimes identify.
When I was a kid we had a radio in our summer house that had names of the cities on its scale instead of wave lengths. It was someone's brilliant idea to put cities instead of the cold numbers there.
There were the days when radio was a hi-tech intention, an entertainment center of the home. These days are long gone. But in times like this, when you're far away from civilisation, it is still good to tune into a remote radio station and listen to the voices far far away.
Station of the day: "BBC Russia"