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Kakadu in Barwick Green

Barwick Green“ makes me jump up and run to the radio to change the station (or, as a matter of fact, much more often to switch to the browser window with radio player and programme / or leaving the washing up, drying my hands and pressing a button on my mobile phone) as does the rustling sound of a bird about to squawk. It is completely automatized. Based on some aural trauma. If you don’t want me to listen to a programme, have The Archers tune in front of it or the scrabbling of the Kakadu. I wonder if anybody else shares such an auditory repulsion.