Back in -75 I was hitchiking across Hardangervidda in Norway with my best friend. As the sun was going down, a process that takes several hours that far north in early summer, we got picked up by a guy in a big old Mercedes Benz.
He put a brand new record on the casette player: Wish you were...
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