In a bar of Trieste, old people around, some youngster like me watching the final minutes of the boring match.
Then the music started. It takes everybody by surprise, nobody was expecting it. A guy approves, almost furtively. An old man turns to me like if I would have pinched his ass with a pincer.
And then, few seconds after, nobody cares about it.
In the social networks era it seems so ridicule and so difficult to share something “live”, since the people around you can stare at you right after, heading the yoke of their judgment over your shoulders, crossing your sight. Or when people can just ignore you, no matter how loud you shout.
I love old juke box anyway. There should be more of them around.