Once upon a time, I told the story of the glorious cassette changer in my living room, which handles five audio tapes and, if I give appropriate orders, plays them one after the other, or – this is how glorious it is – the other after the one.
Nobody would believe me that such a miraculous machine exists. I was technologically ostracized.
Finally, here is the proof, or at least the picture:
This should rehabilitate my reputation.