...or I'll go on the phone. Who remembers the time when the only telephone booth in town was a general meeting place? And the typical smell of smoke and less pleasant legacies from fellow human beings? When I passed this old yellow cell at the Illhofer campsite today, the right memory drawer in my brain suddenly opened again...

...oh yes, I didn't follow the signposted path 100%...

I remember it very well 😂🙈 I sanded down and repainted the little yellow houses for a summer as a holiday job 🥴

Almighty..yes, those were the days..☎️ Schee..🥰

@ML OMG 😱 exactly the relic from an old time. Man(n) has never liked to be in such a yellow telephone booth. Your 1st photo is sensational and deserves a 🏆 award 👍🏼

@Astrid: That was certainly a dirty job! But only the tough ones... 😅🙋

@S+S: Once upon a time... hard to imagine today!🙋

...in the garden 😄👍🏼🙋🏻‍♀️

@ Markus: ... that was telephoning in the splits! One foot in the cell, one stuck in the door so you could at least have some fresh air...🤣

When I think how expensive such a phone call was🤪 great pictures!

cool... and look up phone numbers in those thick books where the exact pages you were looking for were torn out! I feel so old right now! ;)

@SUNNY: ...you needed a lot of 10 pfennig coins...😂