The other week, I was chatting more with the one resthome resident who wants to die.
Back in her childhood in Central Europe, her and her friends would go into the forest around her town a lot, and they'd pick mushrooms and berries.
She also didn't have a radio until her father bought a kit and assembled one for the family, and at that time there were only local stations.
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