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While driving I was listening to the radio. A combination of light talk, light music, with some news in between.
It was relaxing, and kilometer after kilometer was left behind.
The young radio voice had a local dialect. She presented some more music, she talked about this and than. I hardly listened.
Then, all of a sudden my ears opened. The charming voice talked about autumn, about too much rain, too much fungis killing the colours of autumn. The birches this year are losing their leaves even before the colour changes. there would be no woods dressed in orange, red, yellow.
I looked out the card window. No autumn colours?
So what is this I see along the road I am driving?
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Let me tell you a well known secret - the radio voices and the television faces, most of them live in Oslo and see just a tiny little bit of our long, varied, beautiful country.
Dear radio voice, may I invite you to drive with me one day and share autumn colours with me. It will be my pleasure.
