A man walks the street by night, he is drunk and some robbers fight with him until they rob him a five dollars bill. The drunken beaten man sees him from the asphalt, think a bit and says “Really? Did you beat me for five dollars? I thought you wanted the five hundred dollars in my shoe…” joke drums.
Well, tonight some robbers entered to the home were I am currently living, and they stole my laptop, my tablet and my camera… the one that was with me and with you across the life of this blog. They didn’t touch my books, some of them are quite rare and hard to find, nor my clothes or the memories of my elders. But also is truth that I almost have nothing… the important is that I am well, that I don’t rob to others and that I still appreciate you the same dear reader. Nothing changes.
I am not attached to things, they are here to be a time with us, to help us, but our will is much more important, my drawings and everything was made with my mind and heart, the devices were just there to help me and I am grateful for them, I hope they end with a good person that can make music, art, architecture, essays, dreams, and photography as I did because I always thought is a pity to have a machine and don’t use it to its maximum. More than the loss of the laptop I am sorry because it was a gift of my older brother; more than the lost of the tablet I am sorry because I read with it so many books and discover worlds; more than the lost of my camera (with gigas of photographs still there) is the loss of a way to share with you what I see, now those are in my memory.
About the robbers, well, I think they are sick and need treatment. I don’t think there is evil, but just sickness. My country is a third world one but there is work for the people that wants one.
Anyway, I guess it was time to rest of such devices anyway. xD
Take care so much dear reader, greatings from far away. n_n