The cassette's film associatively could be likened to the soul. Like the condemned man's last wish that was never fulfilled because he was thrown in the trash, the tapes reveal to me just before their transformation.I always hear for at least one last time each cartridge that I want to edit. I say at least because there are many of those I've heard a thousand times and will continue to listen to, as I'm able.The smallest unit for measurement of an historical event, is about 33 years.The one third of a century that is.The last tape's play,is motivated by an informal "sacred" tradition of memory, which through '80s technology, sometimes delivers it's essence , for the sake of enriching today's world library.Like people, last wishes are not the same for all .Like this, in an old maxel ,( photo above),I discovered a forgotten, for decades ,recording . The immediacy of the laughter of two children before 30 years who make jokes carelessness and spontaneity, disarmed me.
Paidia stin kasseta by mavraprovata
