I can still remember, growing up in the 80s and 90s in a small village in Germany, how my Mum used to watch the lottery numbers every Wednesday on TV. She would have her ticket and a pen in hand, excitedly circling every number she had guessed right. On the screen, small ping pong-sized balls with numbers would drop, one-by-one, into seven plastic tubes. As a child, I sensed that something important was going on here, given that Mum spent all this time watching quite a dull procedure, just to do it again the week after.
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