THE TYPEWRITER

Two weeks ago Luca wrote a little note about the beginning of HONEST. and how the idea of building an artistic community came to mind. The concept of HONEST. was then put into words and written down, as a manifesto that we put in the magazine as a reminder of what we are about and why we are doing this. It was written on a typewriter, truely in analogue style of HONEST.:

THE STORY 

Coming from a family where it is normal to rather give practical gifts like socks and scarves, I was pretty surprised when I got a typewriter for graduation. Of course I asked my father right away how he thought of a perfect gift like that, cause other than studying literature I have never voiced the wish for a typewriter. He then tells me that he has had it for more than 10 years already and just rediscovered it recently. I was surprised. My father is teaching at a botanical school. Why would he need a typewriter?

"My predecessor gave it to me when he retired," he said, shrugging his shoulders in disbelief that this story could be of any interest to me. "I have never seen him use it, but on his last day he comes up to me and asked me if I wanted it. I thought why not." I started to think that it really wasn't that interesting. But the next day my dad called me and said that he talked to his former colleague about the typewriter. He told him that he got it from his older sister who got it from their father, who was a journalist in the 60s and 70s. Maybe I am too nostalgic with things like that but I couldn't help but smile at the thought that it once belonged to a writer and is now again in the hands of someone who appreciates it.

My dad often thought of selling it but ultimately decided to give it to me as a gift. "I thought maybe you could use it." He was right.