Winter. Almost night. You sink in the couch as usualy. You finished your job for today. Same day, same things, routine. And now what? Let 's drink something. Still boredom.... But a brilliand idea came! Once, you have seen a box in the attic, covered by some old sheets. Time for a new adventure, you whisper. A Ladder, a flashlight & here you are, inside, the old, dirty, attic. You jostle some toys of yours (you had so many cars?) & you reach at last the box. You go back to the couch uncovering the box you look inside & suddendly the whole room shines. A treasure is before your eyes. Tens of old records!!! You run to your turntable to put the first one. You cannot believe what labels you found. Rhythms that are not out today. You almost dance, like the old days. Your mother was right after all. She kept all those records just for you, to find them one day. When you will be mature enough to understand their value. May she was here, so you can hear them together.
