DXing
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tuning the longitude and latitude of the radio dials. Be it short-wave, medium wave or long wave.
You are tuned to the overseas service of the BBC. Atlantic relay station.
Amidst the invisible, magical airwaves an island, country, station skips the hiss and crackle of the ionosphere.
Ici Radio Canada.
I have crossed the seven seas and discovered the sounds of Polynesian singers, sitar ragas, and verses from the Quran, all without ever leaving my chair.
Assalamu alaikum. Bismillah hirrahman nirrahim.
My wanderlust has taken me across continents to hear Andean pipes, Spanish guitars, Sarawakan sapeh, Congo drums, tolling bells and Alpen horns.
Heir ist die Schweiz.
I have heard the exotic birdsong of the kookaburra, the bell bird, bokmakierie and Italian sparrow under grey-line paths.
This is Radio New Zealand.
I have learned of wars and typhoons, enjoyed dramas and documentaries, heard banana cutting notices and messages to loved ones in faraway Antarctica, all at my fingertips.
Estás escuchando Radio Habana Cuba, transmitiendo desde Cuba, territorio libre en America.
I have strung many an antenna wire. Explored the bands. Caught DX party lines, evangelical sermons, even heard pirates spin tune after tune.
This is DX Partyline in Quito.
The adventure of radio never seems to end. It has always been the perfect getaway to any worldwide destination. And, it has cost me nothing.
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© Breyel, Timm. “DXing". All rights reserved. No part of this poem may be copied, broadcast, reproduced in print or electronically represented without permission from the author.
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