The Fall of The Wall...

...and I have no idea what I was doing at this very time. Sleeping? It seems crazy! I do not know..., which is kind of very weird, I guess, as others do very well remember what they were doing.

The only thing I remember is that it didn't feel as if it were real.

US Army border control kept on patrolling (of course).

Days, if not weeks, later a friend and I passed the border by bike, showing our IDs to an East border guard, and suddenly we were on the other side of the fence (a replacement of the wall; we both had watched this re-construction with excitement). We saw our homes from the other side! Amazing! I don't recall that I've ever seen a more impressive view of our (ugly) homes!

Our way back was climbing through open segments of the fence. Our parents weren't very pleased when they heard about our ‘little’ ride. We had been lectured how dangerous it possibly was, not just because of passing the border, but also because of potential dangerous stuff on the so-called ‘death-stripe’ (Todesstreifen). Whether or not it is true that a boy was decapitated when he was playing at the wall, I can't tell.

Firefox: Phoenix 0.1

First called Phoenix — then Firebird, now Firefox — I've been using it since version 0.1 and I've never had a serious crash. I recall people wondering —  what the hell is that you're using? — about my ‘crazy’ browser at that time. “Phoenix,” I innocently answered...

Today, among other anniversaries, is the fifth anniversary of the release of Firefox 1.0. Huh...

To Be Seated

I am sure that, in a restaurant or bar, to be seated by someone instead of freely choose by yourself could be valuable in a sense. At least if there is any kind of matching (whatever it is) or any criterion (e.g. as far away as possible from others) involved; there is a person who has an overview of what is going on.

I admit that, when it comes to me, I am a rather difficult case. I carefully choose seats — if I could — everywhere, in the subway, the bus, and restaurants or bars. I spot the most convenient place in a second, a thing that ‘others’ wouldn't understand: a place that is ‘secure’, a place that promises to work best for me, by any means.

It is very likely (I've counted 18/20 so far) that people who are going to seat me will choose a place that doesn't match my needs or expectations. But I can't blame anyone. In general this policy works well, I assume.