A memory of telephone times

I saw the same machine in my homeland. Eh... I wish I could experience that feeling now, when you throw two kopecks into the tray and dial your home phone number.

I remember experientially figuring out pulse dialing by repeatedly pressing the reset button quickly.

Our fathers used phones like that. Our fathers' children still remember those phones. Our grandchildren will remember folding phones with a large screen. What will their children, their grandchildren remember?

It's only as you get older that you get to experience the past... history. Still, the invention is the progenitor, everything else is refinement. But the finale of these refinements is no less interesting... there must be one.

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