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| To plug or be unplugged |
I ? Unplugging my computer? Unplugging my blog? Are you dreaming? Or are
you teasing me?
I had to live unplugged for more than a year. It was awful during the
first weeks – and I was not blogging at that time. Participating in online
reading groups. Posting brief messages and illustrations on Facebook. Following
a few friends. Reading the news. Working about literary papers and needing
online resources.
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| Grumpy without connection |
Finally, I found that The Village provided an internet connection twice
a week, three hours each day. I was the first, waiting for the doors to open. I
was the last, being gently but firmly pushed out.
No notes to be taken at odd hours. No research during the night. Nobody
to talk to. No discussion about books. A complete desert.
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| Looking wistfully for a connection |
Therefore unplugged, NOW? No, nope, never!
Well, yes, of course. I have to. I need to. I like to. To be unplugged.
But only because I know I can connect again anytime I wish… Et toc !
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| Connection retrieved! |
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