“You, a bed, the sea” (1)

A broken cassette tape near a tree trunk on the pavement in the Amsterdam Pijp, with the tape spilling out.

“It is Wednesday around 7.30 or 8 o’clock here in the afternoon. I had a difficult day today. The only good part was that I got your letter. Although I couldn’t stop crying when you were talking about dolphins and medusas and seals …

… ‘one-two-three’ … ‘check’ … ‘one-two-two’ … ‘hoe-hoe’ …

I was just trying if the tape is recording properly, because it is a very old tape and I recorded a lot…