I still remember cleary how my mother was standing on the stairhead talking to her best friend Uli about an “internet flatrate”. This was almost 15 years ago and I thought that this “flatrate” sounded like a gift from heaven. Because – yes, I’m that old – I remember having to dial in to the internet, I remember how my friend Claudia’s brother would be online thus blocking the phone (you could only do one thing at a time), I remember how slowly pages loaded and if someone had told me you could watch entire films online, I would have been like, “Yeah, right and in ten years I’ll be living in Stockholm”. I also remember how each minute online cost money and to be strict, I still owe my mother some 300 Deutsche Mark for a night of chatting with overseas.
Recently, I was taken back into that lifestyle. Thanks to the incompetent union of Telekom and Tele2, I have now lived without affordable, ast internet for 8 weeks. I had to calculate if I wanted to see something online that would take x amount of data. I had to walk to the gas station on a Sunday to buy a refill code for the surf stick. And then it wouldn’t work for some dubious reason and you could not call the hotline on weekends. Needless to say, I spent a lot of money.
But third time lucky – today was the third appointment for the Telekom-Mann to come and Ingrid took care of the matter (thank you!)
Ingeborg 3000 battle machine describes her sojourning in my apartment as follows,
“As I’m writing these lines I’m once again waiting for the
phantom Telekom man to fix the internet in Helen’s flat since he didn’t show up last time. I brought my no internet survival kit containing a book, 2 magazines and lots of food and coffee. Good thing I am spending my day in this exile since I’m recovering from the weekend and 3 different dj jobs. Also, I just poured coffee on me, and being afraid that the Telekom man could show up anytime (he’s not!), I changed into Helen’s clothes, which makes me feel like the legitimate landlord now. When I met Helen on Thursday to celebrate USA and Germany advancing to the next world cup knockout stage I told her how I was looking forward to the weekend and she instantly anticipated, “because of the 100th anniversary of the assassination of Franz Ferdinand?”.
Good news: By now the Telekom expert came by (praise the Lord) and the internet is now working. So finally, this blog post is brought to you by Helen’s internet. Now I just need to wait until my clothes are dry.”
So now I come home and I can blog. I can even upload large photos. I can skype . I can listen to the radio in the morning. I can download podcasts. I can send emails. I can research anything I want. I can book flights. I can watch the football match!
This is totally amazing. This is a whole new world of entertainment.