And you will hear the songs you know

One thing I constantly miss here is radio. Access to radio the way I'm used to – in the morning, in the car, in the shops. I feel out of touch if i don't hear the hit of the week every other hour.

We have a few channels, some are French-speaking news or culture channels, some are Swahili-speaking with news and music, strictly African, and, as Marcello calls it (and quite accurately at that) mono-mood. Dingirdingdi.

And then the Uruguayi radio. That's quite an experience too. Usually in the mornings it's slow, emotional, and form what I can tell, „why don't you love me” type of music, with the latino beat, of course (I don't want to sound racist here! I'm just trying to make the point that the music sounds like it comes from Latin-America, but I can't tell if it's Venezuelan or Argeninian or what.) If it's a little more upbeat, or even downright cheerful, we suspect the DJ got lucky the previous night. The afternoons it often plays almost forgotten dance-disco from the 90s. There is a reason why those are almost forgotten, and should stay that way. And, if you happen to drive somewhere during the day, you can catch the DJ being lazy: they usually just pop in a CD, and then you have Alanis Morissette for 43 minutes. One track after the other.

Considering the above, it comes as an unexpected, refreshing, motivational surprise, if time and again you stuble upon the entire Bohemian Rhapsody. Or, like today, after my first run in over a year, dirty but proud, happily exhausted, good old Jason tells me that I can always come back home.