Next to me in the restaurant is an Irish lady. We are talking and she tells me about her childhood on the east coast of Ireland. At the end of the 1950s she experienced the introduction of the television. Her grandmother, then very old, thought it was beautiful and looked at the news every night at nine. She dressed neatly for that because she was convinced that the newsreader could see her during the broadcast. But more than that, she proudly told her granddaughter that the man on the black-white screen personally brought her the news every night.
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