How does this scenario strike you?
It's moving day.
Boxes everywhere, pieces of furniture, modern and antique, books, some old toys, a globe, matrioshkas, a small headless mannequin dressed in flowery oriental silk, a poster of a theater play sticking out of one of the boxes.
And a woman sitting in the middle of all that messing with cables, modem, wi-fi router, telephone set. While her dresses pass by in the hands of two big guys working with the moving company. She watches them and her memories attached to each pass by. No concern about whether they'll ruin them or not.
Is that normal, for a girl? To be more worried about her Internet than her wardrobe?
It's moving day.
Boxes everywhere, pieces of furniture, modern and antique, books, some old toys, a globe, matrioshkas, a small headless mannequin dressed in flowery oriental silk, a poster of a theater play sticking out of one of the boxes.
And a woman sitting in the middle of all that messing with cables, modem, wi-fi router, telephone set. While her dresses pass by in the hands of two big guys working with the moving company. She watches them and her memories attached to each pass by. No concern about whether they'll ruin them or not.
Is that normal, for a girl? To be more worried about her Internet than her wardrobe?
And nothing more than that.