the post about love in the time of the SIP has (re) generated so many memories and comments from my friends, who I think deserves a sequel.
Someone, for example, brought me back to memories of the infamous role of those who had to wait for the call.
I, the unhappy / not only could not leave the house, but could not take a shower, drying clothes or take a nap the whole time of waiting. That could last for days and days.
And if there were more people in the house who waited an important call, the atmosphere was so electric that you could pass the vacuum cleaner without plugging into the socket.
The phone was at the center the living room, like an oracle, like a Buddha. Mute when you were staring, deafening just entered the bath.
But for some obscure reason you felt that your life depended on that wire spiral, twisted forever and always too short.
In a house of my knowledge, there lived a family consisting of parents and five children. The latest addition to considerable time after the fourth. When the first four were in full storm of adolescence, then, the little guy took its first steps. And often it was right near the phone, that if they were to ring trouble. Four bison furious hurled at the TV ignoring the little brother who regularly flew in the air, landing on the provident carpet. Over the years, the baby grew up and started running towards the phone with his brothers. And fly through the air at that time was the cat.
Someone else instead I drew attention to the indecent, but useful practice of "squilletto. Your boyfriend told you he would stay at home all evening? Ok. I trust you. Indeed not. We do squilletto. He answered and you put down, without saying anything. Bravo. But the obsessive compulsive disorder that was not enough. And the technique of squilletto went on all night until the poor and you unplug the phone the next day you were allowed to smash the Maronites' because you were called to give him good night and found unplugged, of course had made him just about a minute before leaving to go to camp out with the herd of idiots of his friends. "
When he had a long distance relationship the phone becomes an extension of your body.
Why not just cell phones did not exist, but there was no Internet, there were no airlines, trains and Red Arrow.
Being able to, I'd swallowed that thing just to feel closer to the heart of your sweetheart. Beginning. Usually in September, when still gives you the illusion that the flirt your summer was a great love story.
to the feast of All Saints began to do the math. Weekly cost for phone calls: twenty thousand francs. Releases in the center to show off her boyfriend in front of single friends: zero. And a voice announce
well up: "I'm sorry I have to call girls' first apartments with a phone booth, it was not the same effect.
before Christmas, you realize that your girlfriend was as good as the status of a subscription has expired.
And if someone asked you how was your boyfriend, you say: "Bah, cute, yes. But none of that. Of course, not the ones with the old-fashioned gray scroll wheel. He at least has the frets. And when it rings around lights. But in truth I do not turn on as before. "
By January, the" fidanzafono "was formally informed of its new and final former condition. By registered without proof of receipt.
is a long time that I no longer have a landline at home, but when I see other people's rest home in a more and more surprised by the level of technology. Display to identify who's calling, screen for video calls, Internet connection, USB port, etc. hot water tap.
Once the phones were all the same. Mouse-gray, with small buttons and wheel mangiadito white hysteria and repeated pressed on busy. And then there were no little voice, that of the ladies today if you make mistakes cazziatone number.
The first time my grandmother - a po'sorda - came into contact with a small voice, he hung up abruptly, indignantly.
"What's grandmother, who was it?"
"I have the wrong number. I called a shameless scicchignacche with one voice. "
However I said that originally a single model, then, in the early nineties, the phone has become a gadget of worship and have come out of all kinds: in the form sandwiches, canned, lobster, banana ... more strange was the style and less likely was the conversation. A little 'because it never worked well, a little' because how do we entrust their speeches to a dachshund with a wire coming out the ass ... sorry?
I had one shaped like a tennis shoe but did not use it because it gave me pleasure a nagging feeling that someone walked on the face.
It's better than that of a friend of mine-shaped cabinet.
Once his mother organized a fine dinner for the principal of her husband. One of those dinners array of linen tablecloths, silver cutlery and crystal glasses.
When the illustrious visitor asked to make a phone call, the father of my friend proudly showed him the new Sirius, one designed by Giugiaro design guru.
chief apologized and asked her if they did not have a phone in another room, because the call was a bit 'delicate.
"Of course, my daughter's room there is another phone. Go ahead, you there, she went out. "
The poor man, however, did not enter the daughter's room for about six months. And that is, before the old phone was replaced by a water wheel.
I wonder if after many years, the father of my friend was able to take it with humor and laugh at the time he was forced to extend a process to his boss.
The unfortunate event but it was not enough because the girl was free of that phone, Valentine's Day gift from his greatest love. You can imagine the rest.
Once another friend of ours decided it was time to give up her boyfriend useless and cumbersome. And he decided to do so by telephone from his home but could not because his father - a bit like an 'old - had never discovered that she had a boyfriend, and find out at the end of the affair would not have improved things.
Usually she called him from the cabin, but did not want to let go that way. Did not love him anymore, but the poor fellow did not deserve such an end. And so she asked her friend with guest toilet. I also went in my usual role as a supporter for unloading goods. The
mollatrice but did not know that phone, its form, and was startled when she saw him.
"Oh my God! But what is it? "
" The device by which you will return a free person. "
" What is a phone?!? No, no, I can not use. Do not you have another? "
" Yes, but in the living room where my brother is looking at the paintings. "
" But really how can you leave one with this contraption!? "
" How do you do with any other phone. "
" I can not, I can not! "
" ufff! How long do the "
" Look, you do so, close your eyes, tell him what you say and attacks. Just close the table. "
and pull the exhaust
..." Okay come on. And ... oh my God, panic. What do I say? "
" And I know, the usual things you say when you give someone who just does not hold anymore, that kind of stuff I do not know how I feel, I need time to think, are in crisis etc. etc. "
" Nooo, that bad! I would have thought about, I was fine with you. You're a good guy and will always be in my heart, but try to understand me, I feel the need to have new experiences. "
" which translated would be: not like you anymore, but you are so unlucky that I will not punish him. Appreciate the gesture and raising of the way that I feel like having a good time '. "
"Not true! Always the same cynical. I do not love you more but I still love. "
" Ok ok ... "The girl
brandished the bathroom furniture and began the procedure smollaggio.
"Hello, hello, I am. Do you feel you need to talk. "
" I too. "
" Oh yeah? And what I have to say? "
" I ... I do not know how I feel about you. I need time to think and ... "
" You are in crisis. "
" Exactly. "
" Hey ... do me a favor ... but go to hell. "
" Here. See that eventually the phone will be served as an inspiration? "
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