Mr. B: Home is where my wifi automatically connects

This is how I think the contemporary is going on. A bunch of talented baking teenage guys have tired of setting fire to their fish and lying in a sofa group and saying some nice stuff. « You should postpone Katy Perry in space, » one says. « Just so she can come down to earth again, » says another and continues: « And think about the government as well as happened in all the problems here at home and instead: ‘How do you feel about A bet on electric mopes – in Ghana?! Should we say 109 million on it? Anyone, on the other hand, «  » He grins and gets up to go to the toilet. But then the third guy folds out a leg. « Stop and evidence, » he says. « Here it was customs station. It costs 20 percent. Or 145. Possibly 10. You are never sure if you can afford to pee. « 

I know, dear readers, that our time seems to be advanced by packed teenage guys is no news. But that is the explanation that I am currently assaulted by warm feelings for things that really should not awaken warm feelings. Extremism has given a shimmer to everything that is home -like and normal functioning.

For example, I realized Excited when I looked at the calendar on Monday: “Nämen åthis weekend it’s time to declare, ”I happily told Mrs. B. » I’m sure that I will not understand a dew of the VAT report – I do Never.« Even this week’s pollen attack lived up: runny eyes and zombie-like fatigue felt like old friends. Do you remember, I whispered to my nose drop, the first time we met it was still the 20th century.

But the extent of my longing for security, I understood a German wifin network. I wandered around in Hamburg, tried to pass the time until my train would go and from an event I passed a hotel where I once lived. I stopped to pee through the box and then, suddenly, the network opened its arms: « Servus! Welcome back. You are now logged in. » I felt seen, a warm wave went through my body. And when then the train company, admittedly completely unusable, network remembered me, I was seriously moved. That automatic connected to an SSID is today’s equivalent to turning in on a bar Where everybody knows your name. So, in the absence of homelike, fundamental seriousness and humanity in politics, one must be grateful for there are router systems that still want to be felt.

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