But you see ...
I was wandering through the web, when I happened this handy.
reading I had done too much in case who had won then, before closing the page, my eye fell again on the name. And I know him that name. And 'one of the first people I met when Internet came into the house. Those were the days of dial-up connections, analog modem, 56k, and a lot of noise before connecting. I do not know if msn existed at the time, the fact is that at the time was ruled by the IRC network to chat. Client Spartan, emoticons do not exist: it was all a set of points, commas, special signs are only accessible after improbable combinations of buttons and so on. Looks like he's talking about thirty years ago, but in fact I think are only seven or eight years. And there was this channel, or room on IRC called # Metalitalia. The person I met there, under the pseudonym I_AM_I. Generally, on msn conversations are one-to-one, IRC is much more likely to speak in a common dialog box with dozens of people, this happens often, you interact with people whose name is unknown, but you know just nick. And it is something that can go on for months. It looks pretty amazing, but if one part is a revolutionary form of communication approaches and people who otherwise would have no way of knowing, the other up a wall that is absurd and that makes you talk with someone without knowing their name. On the other hand you know who loves Queensryche, the Fates Warning, Rush. But the name, that, no. Then it happens that you exchange your email address and that, unless you use a pseudonym, even there is a kind of card where everyone writes their name and last name separated by periods. Now it's been years, I come across this article in which a boy of San Romano in the province of Pisa won a literary contest and I "know." San Romano that I barely know where it is, just because it is in the province of Pisa. I realize that for those who grew up with the internet, this is not a big thing. But I, who for twenty years I lived without it, certain things when they happen, I still wonder. And I had thought to send him an email, even years if we do not feel, to congratulate them. So I saw the list in my address book and I found a lot of names which I can not give neither a face nor say how I got in touch. And this is not nice, honestly. I am also sure of another thing: if you send a mail to my email address with Gianluca present without introduce myself, I know that I recognize. But if I used my old contact, and after the name, which probably does not say anything, he saw that the user is Atriel mail, then yes, understand. All this is ironically absurd and I say a little softly wrong.
There is this thing then that misses a lot, but anyway ... I came to know of this thing now, and in about two months in Florence (which is not Pisa, but it certainly is more than is S. Marinella (Roma), does not it?) there is a festival where you realize the dream of a musical life: see Fates Warning live. I bet that among those six or seven thousand people, there will be too. Already
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