My dad ... ordered (1960s) albums from England that you couldn't yet buy in Denmark. I guess I was too little to understand the coolness factor of that - but I do remember my dad's reaction when the mail-carrier couldn't stuff the rather large, flat, cardboard envelope, containing one long awaited Hendrix album through the mail slot: We heard commotion at the front door - and arrived just in time to open the door and see the mailman *break* the box over his knee so he could stuff it through the offending slot. We lived on the fifth floor ... I've never before or since seen my dad run down the stairs so fast ... No, I don't think the Danish postal service ever paid a dime for the album.

Pia

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