Mountains, Radio Waves and a Love Letter

As time went by and I was about to turn fifty, I could only take three or four days off at the most. I have learned to use this as an excuse to ""buy time with money"". It sounds poetic, but it's just a fixed way of thinking that makes you give up on the details and hassles which you may encounter. It stuck in my mind like a fatty piece of meat does to your belly and finally, I couldn't get rid of it. But what do I do with the time I have saved? The answer is “nothing special”.

The author, S...