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*So we are the same age... (the space goes after the comma and not before, going to a new line after the apostrophe is something my son, who is only 8 years old, doesn’t even do) here! Copy and paste.*
It was the year '76, and I, not yet 14, found myself on vacation in a beautiful location in the Parmense Apennines, which had many pastimes, including a lovely bar surrounded by greenery. There was everything: pinball, foosball, etc. One beautiful day in July, I saw a big box with many nice numbers and letters on it, which I didn’t quite know the purpose of; at a certain point, a person put 100 lire in the box, and what did it do? It started playing music. I approached timidly and asked who was playing, he looked at me without answering, smiled slightly, and then tousled my hair. He then went off to buy a glass of milk.

So I decided to figure it out on my own. The numbers and letters corresponded to a phrase that was too long for my laziness back then, but in the same box, there was another shorter one: let’s see, maybe they are the same thing since they were placed close together.

I took my last 100 lire and clicked on the combination: the music started, but it wasn’t the same as before; it was much more lively, the only thing they had in common was the words in the middle of the two writings "Pink Floyd", and who are they???

Is it possible that a music enthusiast like me didn’t know yet??? I already knew the Beatles by heart???

I enjoyed the two songs like I had never done before without giving ratings or preferring one over the other; the 45 rpm from the Juke-Box was "Shine On You Crazy Diamond / Have A Cigar."

I remembered the long-haired hippy who listened to it on his knees and hadn’t answered me.

In reality, he had told me everything.

End of the first part; I owed you that.

*You were lucky I was listening to this little thing*