An unusual sunny day in September. You’re walking down a familiar street. Dry autumn leaves and small twigs crunching under your feet. A warm breeze sways the young maple tree growing near the small football pitch. Your back is slightly tired from the heavy backpack. The playground swings are creaking. Your fingers still have a hint of cigarette smoke. Two heavily sun-tanned old men are playing ping pong on the old metal table. Suddenly, you remember that you won't have to sit in stuffy classrooms for the next two days (the worst of all is the physics, with the stern faces of Niels Bohr and Georg Ohm over the blackboard), worry about yet another test, or attempt to climb that silly rope in gym class. You’re smiling widely. A decade (or even a couple of decades) will pass, and on a sunny autumn day you will smile just as widely when the mix by Apollon Telefax for 5/8: radio starts playing in your headphones
