One day in a time, walking through the underfloors of FIZTEH, quiet slowly, I find a tape. It was dirty and crashed, so I fixed and washed it. And I tried to taste it. First I cut it into two many pieces (too many pieces, I think now).

I used the chromatograph spectroscope to burn and look results zero output. I tried rentgene apparaturen to light through it with microshot waves zero output too. It was a great disaster for me when I tried with microscope and stetoscope to find anything changes in it. And I wasn't found.

This time i began feel a dependence from this tape. This dependence grew more and more from day to day.

I said my friend about this and together we put it's tape to the lamp tape recording devoce and to hear it. We heard something strange and magic /no like to anything I heard before/ it was primitive pretty like automatic barby voice, but it was beautiful, freezing the athmosphere around. What is it? And who is I? What is my place in the whole wide world?

Two years later when all wahat's happened seemed to me like a forgotten episode I've met a stranger. He was dressed in a long black clothe and was closed to the edge /too closed to the edge I think now/. We sat together to the bench of FIZTEH and talk a long time. And I look the people, trains, cars and clouds going by and by and the sun remove from one side to another while we talk. And it was absolutely free discussion. Like these songs. Songs of freedom and independence in the total forced state country. Songs of primitive younth love and crashed wishes with a light spirit of suspiction. Songs with the naked soul texts and hand made sound. And these are the instant songs. Instant vintage songs, I think.

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