Met (r) oo

Nothing seems like the old days. The clattering, banging and wheedling has gone on for so long. It used to be underground, shaking the foundations of the island. Now it is also above ground, when "lauttis" is being built.
I wonder if you will recognize this place when you return.
I hear communications are poor out there, so i am not sure to reach through the static.
But one must try, doesn't one?

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