So here is the story: you know my iPhone had been dying for ages. It was something like 5 years old -very old for an animal of its kind. And *finally* it was stollen by some very ugly people 2 days ago. It could be a very moral story: Things you steal will never do you good. I feel thankful for having that devilish beast stolen from me -i’m sure it was digging holes in my brain, with all its old radioactive waves. So now i’m waiting for my branc new iphone to arrive. Glad about the newness of the thing. But still, i can’t help thinking about the madness of this way of life: spending so so much on such a machine, is that serious? Oh well, bon appétit, we’ll keep on having FUN -won’t we?