And here my friends at the gates of another winter, long and cold on this Saturday .............. give me an idea that seems of what 'waiting for me when it comes to my mind a bit' of years ago a guy wax adolescente.Le afternoons and evenings when the tasks it is allowed to sit electronic totem worship that was the commodore 64.Cera the revenge on them all life, the desire to discover new things, new ways to lavorare.Quel boy was looking for distraction from a world that was becoming more and more 'pressante.Pressante' cause she wanted him, pressing 'cause if it was no worse .......... The poem take shape on Saturday at 12:00 when she left school with a backpack that he knew fatigue, consult the newsagent already ... '... in those years meant computer magazines, tapes, floppy disks, but also single out from the world, the computer was the opposite of what is now' the home PC . Remind the boy ran home and then eating remembers those Saturday afternoons when even more 'little went by a friend who owned a Commodore 16 and dreamed together davati the TV characters and graphics that showed asterisks and snowflakes snowing semplici.Immacabilmente amplified the magic of computer science. Another Because the poem was brushing and 'when on Saturday afternoon amid the fog trying special magazines on newsstands, Dovers .... it was all the joy that you could give that guy did not know ......... What was the east, what was the china, what was the crisis, what was the working environment, what was the death ...................... .... but because 'after all then some of us have to suffer a bit' more '? Christmases past and then the double play to long waits in front of the belt that loads the binary code of a game which is now on display only in I remember better 'profondi.Quel game was all it was a distraction, and it was gratifying was' will be forever a part of the convolutions in the memory of that ragazzo.Sappiamo that there is no machine time, but like in a movie with these memories you can 'in some way relive some of the emotion that stems in part from our passato.Il my past and' made up of many of these and flash, and a 'tied to a simple and old-fashioned PC : THE COMMODORE 64.Non there 'website, facebook, or PC killer likely to conflict with the toy car rally x !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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