YEAR 1979. As already mentioned once, I was once fascinated with literature, SF .. All these accelerators hiperjonowe, these hundreds of colored lights and time-positron emission engines, which at the last moment some clever astronaut repaired with wire hairpins beautiful Dr. Eva, to go to hyperspace ...
Well, those aspects of psychological ... However
wczuwało sometimes jarring to some .. And that's when the soldier longed for a natural cigarette because there were only artificial (synthetic cigarette? Absurd!). Or felt the crew of an inconsistency when an tułając to the borders of a distant galaxy looking for parts for your engine ion - pozytronowego .... Most parts for such engines traded on the planet, some rarely an elderly eccentric who, in the abandoned manufacturing plants keep the trade of missiles, engines and komptrexy neuronal positron. Usually, it was annoying and sometimes drunk ... Former 70s .. Montowaliśmy radios in the early germanium transistors TG5, whose parameters were already painfully bad, and the "low noise" was the dream of a transistor TG3A amateur radio - often - unrealized.
Then our electronics semiconductors was retarded in relation to the electronics west of 10-15 years and, with respect to backwardness of Comecon were some 5-10 years .. (By the way, interesting as it is now?
word, I wonder how much we are now 20years underdevelopment? 30th ... 100th.)
At the time when the purchase of the transistor was a problem and a considerable cost to the student's pocket, and the house was more big tube TV and radio tubes, old freak on a distant planet, on the outskirts of the galaxy trading in on the bare ground (earth?) parts of the ion engine - pozytronowego, exceeded all the acceptable limits of probability ...
The year is 2011. Sometimes I like to fall into the Warsaw Bazaar volume, the glory years have passed long time, but if you want to buy electronic components, wires, plates or a new specialized soldering iron, it is still an attractive place .. Of course, as in life, and so is the division of the bazaar. The elite have their own shops on the edge of the open week. Professionals have their permanent place and regardless of the weather coming their cars / shops on wheels, and trading on the square ... Small pros rent space stalls where they appear every week ... "Casual" rozstawiają up in a well-exposed, but the trading front of the car and on the bare ground.
And the last category - Divers, which is the last element of the food chain of Warsaw. What is thrown out as unnecessary by the well-fed japiszonów, cleaning apartments after the deceased's grandmother, and throw out as unnecessary as the accelerated social advancement, this is "flowing" on porozkładanych papers around the bazaar and into the bazaar in places very exposed ... Divers give new life to an old but still efficient suszarkom dryer, chess where only one figure is missing, camera, on film, but osmalonym tosterom efficient and prodiżom, proporczykom "25 years of metal Ursus plants and bamboo wędkom. About everything haggle fiercely but they can repent ..
word folklore. Then suddenly ...
One of the traders staged on the bare ground to sell a dozen or so - how hot assured - and so efficient laptops for note melodic shouting "hot pyyyzy pyyyzy .." These laptops sold ...
My God! The first laptop I bought privately 10 years ago for 6700 PLN and it was a big expense, so far, not every high school student has a laptop. Ba! As recently as a month ago I talked with the director of the showroom in a large company, whose astigmatic mentally, and may simply malicious manager refused to recognize the laptop as it ruined the working day ... And yet here, on the sidewalk, lay for the buck kokietując customers running color high-resolution displays ....
In view of this old freak on the planet in a galaxy 137 Alftron Scorpio, traders on the bare ground to the engine parts ion - pozytronowego does not seem so already imagined.
knife just wait until you hear the melodious sing-song volume "Rdzeeeeenie uranowee, rdzeeeenie ...."
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