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Last night I allowed myself one thing that I did not do for some time. Not that it's something, but it was a little bit, quite a lot, that did not do it. I took the car, at night, and I turned to the semi-desert country. Outside, a cold. I remember years ago when I was a little sad, it was what I was doing more often. Strictly winter. Not that here there is a winter such as freezing, but the fact that it was winter, it was cold, contributed to the atmosphere, so to speak. At the time we had a Panda. Old ones: no electronic ignition. If you wanted to leave, cold, had to pull the air and wait a while you warm up. Flying in hard plastic, not coated, frozen to the touch. I waited for those four or five minutes, we left. Heating old type: red lever on, fan on the two, and as much as possible the right hand on the nozzle of the air, to warm a bit. Ten minutes, and the interior was totally hot. And you too. Of course, music. Here, only that it was in full CD in the car was equipped only with an old radio cassette player with the inability to hear things so recent, unless you get there and pour tape the contents of the CD. All this, of course, before that wonderful invention that is "-with-the-box jack-up-where-you-can-attack-mp3-cd-any external audio source." And then, before alternating with old boxes, then more and more often to listen only to the radio. Rock Radio. All this, if you will, very decadent out the cold, desert country, radio is on, DJ music and talking. Classical music, music elite, or at least non-commercial music. E 'in those years that I discovered Van Der Graaf Generator, Porcupine Tree, the music of Zappa, Weather Report. In the meantime, your thoughts run, maybe a little sad when the radio messages arrive mockery the Berlusconi government, people stuck in GRA. And your country at this hour: the desert. A lot of messages sent to treottonovenovecentoseiseicento, while standing still at the port, to request this or that song, the greeting that song live, and sometimes I will also pass. Greetings also to the silent listeners. Those who do not phone, do not write emails, do not send messages. Only listen. At that time, except on weekends, is Prince Faster to turn the discs. And then the crazy publicity about concerts or parties organized in the capital, the work of DJ Armandino and Orestes. I always hoped that someone registers those hilarious commercials and put them online. At the end became a good habit in the evening, take the car, wander around aimlessly for the country listening to Radio Rock. At home, the radio ever. Do not remember exactly when I stopped. Maybe when you're happy and you lose this kind of thing and then you find it difficult to find them. It 's the price you pay for happiness. The fact is that yesterday evening, after the time that I promised myself, I left home, bitterly cold, and in the car listening to Radio Rock. Of course, something has changed: instead of the Panda is a Micra, and starts immediately and not have to wait at all and the steering wheel is comfortable. The warm air, that, fortunately, the old way. Wishing you have air conditioning. Wanting. And then the radio. Digital Radio put on Rock, you pass the written and telephone number on the display. If desired, there is a cd player and mp3. Wanting. But not tonight: Rock Radio. Prince Faster And always there, at that time. He joked a little gazebo on the issue of organized by Forza Italy, how many people say they have participated, providing a precise number sold as forty minutes after the close of the day. "Yeah ... the gazebo square Erner there were 4 people on Sunday morning ...". Nothing, nothing has changed: the country is still the same, desert and cold, the machine is hot in about ten minutes, Prince Faster is always the same, and so Tony Levin, Dream Theater, Miles Davis, John Coltrane, Rodrigo Y Gabriela , and a lot of others who do not know. And even the sms there are always people who greet other people, the pit of the GRA, the best of luck for the exam tomorrow, and "never go to ... But you're on the ball?" . I take the phone and the number of Radio Rock is still there in the phonebook. There are things that if you want, the technology does not detract. Nothing has changed, and maybe not even me. And maybe tonight, another round, we will run away too.