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If I had to describe my granduncle Raymundo, the first thing that will came to my head would be his radio. I don’t remember when did he arrive at my grandparents’ house, I only knew he was a hobo and that scared me a lot because I though he was going to steal me. I asked my father-“who’s that person?” – And he answer me- “He’s your granduncle, half-brother of your grandma!”-then, I get in shock for a while because I never imagine that a strange, who was sitting on the chair of the hall, was part of my family. My granduncle, Raymundo, was not a social person even he didn’t like children too much, that’s why he was always yelling to my cousins and I. Whenever I visited my grandparents there was my uncle hearing alone  his old fashioned portable radio , which was always marking the twelve o’clock, reproducing songs of all types of genre at any time. He was very strict that no one can touch his radio, I think he love that radio by a reason but that’s only I can say. One day my cousin and I agree to disagree on that rule and we began to change the radio station that uncle Raymundo set, but all happen too fast that he came to us in a while, he was too furious that began to yelling us and later beating us with his cane. I can’t imagine how he would react if energy shut down, fortunately, I’d never was there when happened. This radio was on all year round, including holidays causing a random sound. There was no room in the house where you could not hear the songs that can be played well on phones.  Not only my uncle liked radios but also my grandparents and their radio have an especial meaning because they had it since getting married. So, when both radios were on sounded too crowded. Rarely, my uncle shut down his radio for a moment and then he stays quiet and calm. On that moment, I wonder on what was thinking my uncle, maybe, he heard a song that remember him something especial or he was trying to forget his past by hearing  songs all day, it was to confuse for me at that age. After 5 years of his dead , I continue thinking about his situation and I conclude that loneliness is a heart disease that consume us and makes us grapple on materials things  and all of this is result of how we interact with our relationships.