When I was young, I was incredibly attached with an old radioa Philips three-band, battery-operated model. It worked perfectly fine, but curiosity got the better of me one day, and I decided to open it up. By the time I screwed the last nut back in place, the radio started misbehaving. After days of tinkering, I managed to fix itbut at a cost. The back cover broke, leaving my beloved radio exposed. Refusing to give up, I improvised. I mounted all the parts onto a wooden board, secured the batteries with nails, soldered the wires together, and, to my amazement, the radio came back to life. It looked like a messa Frankenstein’s monster with an antennabut I loved it nonetheless. That radio became my window to the world. I spent countless hours listening to the BBC, Voice of America, All India Radio, the Sri Lanka Broadcasting Corporation, and the Australian… An item you were incredibly attached to as a youth.