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Dialogue with my daughter - Year 2032

- Mom, you never cared about me. - What?! What are you saying? - I have no photos of myself, and my childhood! - That is absolutely not true. I created an album, every single year since you were born, with pictures from you, your sister, and the whole family. The pages of the albums are drawings made by you and your sister which I reused. You have very artistic and pretty albums! - You don't understand! Where are those albums? - There, in the shelf. In the living room. - You see! That is what I mean! Why don't we have online albums like all our friends? - ... because your father and I wanted to respect your privacy. - No! You simply did not consider how much that decision would actually harm our lives! You only thought about yourselves. - I think you are exaggerating... - We are invisible! - No, you are not... - In school, people look at me like I am a weirdo. Nobody can access my data. Because there is not even data to access! You did not have the right to ...

The Alles-ist-gut Lady

During last week, and the week before, the number of texts being written about corona virus was very high. People had time, they were home, the creative minds started to manifest, the opinions started to accumulate, the facts spoke loudly and people needed, more than ever, to express themselves. Artists, now jobless, started to unite and created Art online. Bloggers started to post more frequently. Vloggers started to appear even more on social media. And opinion makers dove fasters into the world of podcasts, as well as some activists, political commentators and politicians. Everybody felt the need to share their thoughts, and that created a massive virtual noise – where we could hear some good things, and many bad. Currently, the situation is different. The initial creativity of those who were in lockdown gave space to some sort of boredom, and lack of something new. The initial need of sharing every single good or bad thing about this global crisis gave space to the fear and ...