Truly, Madly, Like Me - Jo Watson Page 0,4
for. I momentarily thought of phoning my mother, but I had no idea where she might be. Cruising the Caribbean? The Greek islands? Who knew? I was happy she’d found love again and was cruising the world with him—Dan, the retired dentist. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly, still fighting back tears.
“I really need to go!” she said again.
“Sure,” I said. “Give Melissa a hug for me—” The line went dead. She’d hung up on me. I looked down at the phone in my hand and as I did, the notifications on the screen started screaming at me again. I shoved the phone under my pillow, hiding it from sight, and reached for the nearest thing I could find to occupy my hands. A newspaper. God, I don’t think I’d held a newspaper in, well, forever. Did they still make newspapers? With paper and ink. Doesn’t everyone get their news from BuzzFeed?
I flipped the paper open. It was so stiff, cumbersome and hard to handle; why would anyone want to get their news from this? Why would anyone want to turn pages when they could scroll? I flipped randomly, peeping every now and then at my pillow which was lighting up with notifications, like dominoes. They came fast and steady, one after the other. The pillow was vibrating now, as if it was possessed.
“Oh my God, oh my God!” I turned the pages faster in panic, in an attempt to sweep it all away. With each notification my heart beat faster because I knew the whole world was turning on me. I couldn’t bear the feeling. It crawled over my skin—sickly and sweaty and moist. I gave the paper a massive swat and that’s when I saw it. The headline grabbed me immediately. I leaned in and started reading.
Quietest Town in South Africa
For most of us, seeing that no-signal sign on our phones is our worst nightmare. But for the 789 residents of Springdorp in the Karoo, having no phone signal is a part of everyday life. In fact, the residents of this small town have never had cell-phone signal before. Let alone Wi-Fi.
“What?” I widened my eyes and pulled the article right up to my face.
The town of Springdorp and the 100 square kilometer radius that surrounds the town, is a radio quiet zone, just one of a few places in the world like it. The reason for the radio silence is its proximity to ASO, the African Skies Observatory, home to the biggest radio astronomy observatory in Africa. Signals from cell phones, Wi-Fi and even from the radio interfere with the sensitive equipment as it listens to exploding stars on the farthest reaches of the known universe.
Taking a few moments to digest this information, I laid the newspaper down on the table and straightened it out.
But residents say they don’t mind the quiet. In fact, they wouldn’t want it any other way. They love the peace and tranquility that the town affords them, which really gives them an opportunity to get to know their neighbors. “People here make real connections,” one resident said. “This is our little paradise and we wouldn’t change a thing about it.”
I stopped reading and sat back in my chair. A strange feeling washed over me in slow and steady swells. It was so hard to describe that I bet my mood-tracking app didn’t even have a category for it! The feeling started at my head, ran the length of my back and legs and then sort of trickled out of my toes. Each swell became stronger and stronger until it hit me all at once like a massive wave. A tsunami of sudden understanding.
I jumped to my feet. This was what I needed. A place to fully escape my cell-phone hell and switch off. A place where I could be completely anonymous. A place to hide from everything that was going on in my life right now! A place where the beeping insults and hateful hashtags wouldn’t follow me. A place where I would no longer be tormented by #Kaige, yes, that was their ship name. They had only been a ship for seventy-two hours, and had already been ship-named. I felt nauseous just thinking about it. I’d once tried to ship us, and all I’d come up with was #Krankie. Their ship name was better than ours and, oh God, that gave me such a pain in the ribs.
“Yes!” I said, rushing over to the phone that I’d