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Funny that this brings me what, 20 years back?
All the other kids would go camping, but i had at that time no one to go out camping with, or maybe my parents wouldn’t allow it. But they would let me do that – so I just went “camping”…with myself. It was nighttime, I was laying in my tent, which I’ve set up in our garden (at a place where you couldn’t see the cemetary, the pines were hiding it). I’ve had a pocket radio with me, there was a program with a guy telling a story about something. Something sad. Something that made me worry about my dad. I turned the radio off and went back home.