My uncle was a typesetter.
Leather trousers even in his fifties.
Ears that stood out from his head.
He lost his job. The machine did what he did, faster and cheaper.
He opened a discotheque called Three Hearts in the center of Karlshamn.

My sister-in-law was a proofreader at Hemmets Journal.
Small and cute.
Computers replaced her and she was let go.

When a new technology arrives you can laugh, rebel, deny or adapt.

My uncle pouring drinks at Three Hearts.

My sister in law sitting by the kitchen table, quiet.