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At the end of January, Jill, in her car, left
to head for the first radio station in a small town near Pittsburgh,
Pennsylvania. After the first few miles it began to snow and did not
stop until she arrived. It was certainly not the best time to travel
by car in the northern states. Fortunately, halfway, a sweeper,
posing in front of her car, managed to relieve the fatigue and
tension of the driving almost to the destination, when she had to
leave to reach the town of Altoona.
She kept direction to the hotel, got out of the car shaking and staggering from the tension. She could barely get up to the room. After closing the door, she gave a sigh of relief by lying on the bed. She slept until the morning when woke up under a heavy snow. She consumed breakfast looking out the window the sweepers went back and forth moving huge amounts of snow. They looked like voracious monsters in the act of devouring the white crop.
When she took the car, no one was on the street. slowly drove down the middle of the town among little boys with big caps down to the nose. They amused pulling snowballs and sliding in the short downhill. Traffic lights were turned off and, at every intersection, she hoped not to cross any vehicle coming in the opposite direction.
She managed to reach the building where the small radio station was located. She closed her eyes to the view thinking it was something similar to a museum. The structure was decrepit and, at every step, she looked up to check its stability in order to avoid seeing some piece of plaster collapse on her. She had to ring the bell three times before opening a window right above. Someone shouted, “It’s open! Push the door hard.”
Jill gave a shoulder, and the door opened squealing as if it was making the last breathing. From the top of a wooden ladder so consumed that it seemed ready to fall at any moment, the same voice as before invited her up. “I hope you dressed properly.” said Jason, the radio station manager, inviting her to sit in an equally unstable chair. “Unfortunately, the water pipes froze last night and the heating is not working.”
Jason had the appearance of an indefinite person, suddenly arrived from the 1950s. He was wearing a big gray coat, had a thick white beard and a pair of glasses similar to car headlights.
“You’re Jill, aren’t you?” he asked approaching. He shook her hand and then accompanied her into the radio broadcasting studio.
The girl was uncomfortable looking around. She really felt like she’d arrived at a museum. There was no room for directing and transmission. A single big room welcomed a table on which a mixer with many missing pins was placed. On its sides were all the diffusion equipment. At the end of the same table, three chairs arranged at the same distance had the task of welcoming all the entertainers. In a small adjacent room there were shelves with discs and CDs.
“Well, you’ll be with us for a week.” Jason exclaimed laughing. “If you succeed.”
She kept direction to the hotel, got out of the car shaking and staggering from the tension. She could barely get up to the room. After closing the door, she gave a sigh of relief by lying on the bed. She slept until the morning when woke up under a heavy snow. She consumed breakfast looking out the window the sweepers went back and forth moving huge amounts of snow. They looked like voracious monsters in the act of devouring the white crop.
When she took the car, no one was on the street. slowly drove down the middle of the town among little boys with big caps down to the nose. They amused pulling snowballs and sliding in the short downhill. Traffic lights were turned off and, at every intersection, she hoped not to cross any vehicle coming in the opposite direction.
She managed to reach the building where the small radio station was located. She closed her eyes to the view thinking it was something similar to a museum. The structure was decrepit and, at every step, she looked up to check its stability in order to avoid seeing some piece of plaster collapse on her. She had to ring the bell three times before opening a window right above. Someone shouted, “It’s open! Push the door hard.”
Jill gave a shoulder, and the door opened squealing as if it was making the last breathing. From the top of a wooden ladder so consumed that it seemed ready to fall at any moment, the same voice as before invited her up. “I hope you dressed properly.” said Jason, the radio station manager, inviting her to sit in an equally unstable chair. “Unfortunately, the water pipes froze last night and the heating is not working.”
Jason had the appearance of an indefinite person, suddenly arrived from the 1950s. He was wearing a big gray coat, had a thick white beard and a pair of glasses similar to car headlights.
“You’re Jill, aren’t you?” he asked approaching. He shook her hand and then accompanied her into the radio broadcasting studio.
The girl was uncomfortable looking around. She really felt like she’d arrived at a museum. There was no room for directing and transmission. A single big room welcomed a table on which a mixer with many missing pins was placed. On its sides were all the diffusion equipment. At the end of the same table, three chairs arranged at the same distance had the task of welcoming all the entertainers. In a small adjacent room there were shelves with discs and CDs.
“Well, you’ll be with us for a week.” Jason exclaimed laughing. “If you succeed.”
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