So I ended up with my boombox at the workshop of Hans (the Austrian) in South Africa this afternoon. I'd say he is closer to 70yrs than 50yrs. On his workbench: a packet of Peter Stuyvesants, one still burning in the ashtray, and a glass of white wine. What a nice person. He is going to fix my radio's dial cord. I gave him the schematic. Much happiness in my heart. Turns out everything else works. Apparently the dial cord has been cut not snapped (? "Technician") and many wires too which is why tape did not play. I was thinking: Even if you sweep floors for a living, one should do that properly and honestly. That first technician said that dialing cord couldn't be replaced. He lied. He should have just admitted that he did not want to. I would have understood that.
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