إِرْنِسْتُو شَحُّود يُحِبُّ الْمُوسِيقَى كَثِيرًا. عِنْدَهُ أَكْثَرُ مِنْ عَشَرَةِ آلَافِ أُسْطُوَانَةٍ. وَفِي بَيْرُوتَ، فَتَحَ مَحَلًّا صَغِيرًا لِلْأُسْطُوَانَاتِ. كَانَ الْمَكَانُ مَصْنَعًا لِلْأَحْذِيَةِ، وَكَانَ لِجَدِّهِ. كُلُّ بَلَاطَةٍ فِي الْأَرْضِ لَهَا لَوْنٌ مُخْتَلِفٌ. عَمِلَ إِرْنِسْتُو كُلَّ شَيْءٍ بِيَدِهِ، فِي ثَمَانِيَةِ أَشْهُرٍ. يَقُولُ إِرْنِسْتُو: «يَأْتِي أَصْدِقَائِي إِلَى الْمَحَلِّ. نَجْلِسُ، وَنَسْمَعُ الْأُسْطُوَانَاتِ، وَنَتَبَادَلُهَا.» وَيَقُولُ: «الشَّبَابُ يُحِبُّونَ الْأُسْطُوَانَاتِ مِنْ جَدِيدٍ. وَهَذَا لَيْسَ مَكَانًا لِلتِّجَارَةِ.» وَالْمَحَلُّ لَيْسَ لَهُ اسْمٌ بَعْدُ. يَضْحَكُ إِرْنِسْتُو وَيَسْأَلُ: «مَا الِاسْمُ الْجَيِّدُ لَهُ؟»
Ernesto Chahoud loves music very much. He has more than ten thousand records. And in Beirut, he opened a small record shop. The place was a shoe factory, and it belonged to his grandfather. Every floor tile has a different colour. Ernesto did everything by hand, in eight months. Ernesto says: “My friends come to the shop. We sit, listen to the records and swap them.” And he says: “Young people love records again. And this is not a place for business.” And the shop does not have a name yet. Ernesto laughs and asks: “What is a good name for it?”