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<\/a>I think back to when we got a TV. It was a Tandberg, a large piece of furniture that had been bought or borrowed on the condition that it would be returned if we couldn't get any signals. After all, we lived in Steinfjorden. A small hole between the mountains where no sane person would think that any TV signals could somehow appear. But anyway, the TV was in the house, and now it was time to test it. It came with an antenna and quite a few meters of cable. The device, which had no feet, was placed on the living room table, the window was opened, and the antenna was set up on a pole. Then it began. Those who remember the old channel changers will remember that they had two settings. First was the actual channel changer, which required significant effort to operate. Then there was a fine-tuning setting. It had to be pressed in and turned. When you have a good and strong signal, it is possible that this really works as a fine-tuning. But when the signal is so weak that it hardly exists, then this becomes a very important setting. When one has no idea in which direction to turn the antenna, everyone understands that this is not a simple operation. Nowadays, people don\u2019t understand what one is talking about when mentioning snow in connection with TV. Back then, it was a well-known phenomenon. We became familiar with the phenomenon that if one stared long enough at a screen with \u201csnow,\u201d eventually one would start seeing things there that didn\u2019t exist. With a good dose of patience, an even larger dose of optimism, and diligent fine-tuning combined with moving the antenna, some sort of picture finally appeared. It might have been the news or something similar. At any rate, there was an image of a man, and he was moving. This caused a scream and a commotion combined with a hasty retreat. The fact was that one of the house\u2019s female residents had been sitting in the background observing the circus in a rather lightly dressed state. It was only the other residents of the house who were present, so wearing a bathrobe was perfectly fine. But when a completely stranger suddenly appeared in the living room... This incident led to some general amusement, and the unknown man \u2013 not many had noticed him \u2013 withdrew into the snowfall and refused to come out again.<\/p>\nWell, at last, we finally got some kind of picture. With a lot of imagination and goodwill, we could now say that we were watching TV. It was just a signal that had gone astray and was being bounced back and forth between the mountains until it was so weak and exhausted that it crawled into the antenna to rest. On its precarious journey between the mountains, it had been twisted and distorted, causing countless double images on the screen. Still, we had TV, and we watched it. We did not demand much. The next day, at children's TV time, the living room was full. All the kids had gathered in front of the screen to witness Mr. Nilson court Pernille. What a feast! The TV stayed! Eventually, a larger antenna was purchased, and the picture improved somewhat. The antenna and cable were washed from time to time. Dirt could weaken the signal. An antenna booster was installed, but its effect was mostly psychological. An annoyance was that when one fine-tuned the fine-tuning to make the picture as clear as possible, the sound would crackle. And conversely, if one adjusted for good sound, the picture would be poor. It was a matter of finding a good compromise. This TV thing was contagious. Soon there were more TVs in the village. Many creative antenna systems appeared. Some installed two antennas. Some antennas were so large that they needed guy wires and stays in all directions. For Steinfjorden, a place exposed to harsh weather, wind gusts come in and get trapped between the mountains. There they desperately try to get out again. They build up tremendous rage and tear and rip at everything they encounter in an attempt to escape captivity. And antennas are a popular target for angry gusts of wind.<\/p>\n
Gradually, a forest of antennas grew up in the village that would have thrilled any radio enthusiast. Many years later, after the tunnel to Skaland was completed, a converter was finally installed and the antenna forest disappeared, replaced by more modest structures.<\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Et lite stykke som jeg berget fra den gamle siden min: Jaha, s\u00e5 var det kveld igjen og tid for litt skriving. Jeg f\u00e5r det ikke til s\u00e5 lenge TV-en st\u00e5r p\u00e5. Selv om lyden er avskrudd s\u00e5 tiltrekkes oppmerksomheten … Continue reading