In a camp of children ( their age raging from 2 to 25) with their parents an older guy comes to me and my dad sitting in the terrace.
Can I sit here? he asks. I nod and stay quite.
Shall we listen to some music? What groups do you like?
Oh, Placebo, James Blunt, Norah Jones, Kino…. I answer.
Kino. Yeah, their song’s are nice. Didn’t they come to our country a year or few ago?
I shrug and glance confused at my father, also a fan of the group, knowing that their lead singer’s dead for over twenty years.
Still, I have 83 songs on my Ipod. There will definetly be one you like. he says while starting some random song.
I nod thinking “Well, if it’s so, I have over 370 songs on my phone and that doesn’t mean there will be any you would like”