Today’s public art post, the third with fairy-tale murals from Sant’Angelo, comes with a little reality check.
As I write this (Friday, 5 pm), we have had no internet connection in home for the last twenty-four hours. And on Wednesday we were again without water most of the day. These problems are not related, neither a sign of the times when things will slowly cease to be available, but still pestering and educational.
Rather they are down to the facts that the pipes in our condominium are old, low quality and tend to burst, and that we are in the end of the line as far as internet is concerned, and as amore says – instead of coming over to fix it they are waiting for us to die.
If I step outside or go up, I can hook to the data and post on my blog what I have saved as a draft from my phone, at least this. Luckily for me, I only blog and play card tournaments online (for honour, not money). What if I needed the stable internet connection for bitcoin mining, or I don’t know, karaoke contests, or banking?
Something tells me that in that case I’d go wherever needed and get things fixed, like that time when I got our car back in Vienna after it was towed away without paying. Italy is not Austria, though. (Except maybe Milano, if you ask amore. No love lost between Rome and the second Italian city. Milano is the only city in Italy that doesn’t have a street called Via Roma.)
If only I knew a bit more about the system in Italy and technical matters. I know that I could use my phone as a… I forget the word… hotspot! for my computer. I never have and need to study the matter. (After writing this I indeed changed my phone into a hotspot but for some reason my PC doesn’t recognise it as such, only my laptop does. Still, at least I can create my posts with something other than my tiny phone.)
It was good this year, the connection, until the recent storm. The last time a technician was here was months ago. After big problems in previous years he finally came over, proclaimed our cable “mediocre”, and said there was nothing more he could do. Really? We have a lovely Slovenian plum Schnapps waiting for the lucky guy who would fix it for good. (Amore’s idea. He knows how it goes.)
In the meantime, I learn. I learn how it feels when commodities run out. It’s good for the ego, for the build-up of patience, for cutting addictions. You know, such as the internet, electricity, gas, water, food… All addictions, telling you, every last one of them.
And now here is how our visit to the fairy-tale town Sant’Angelo continued two weeks ago. We are in the middle of it, three more posts await.
For Photographing Public Art Challenge (PPAC) hosted by Marsha at Always Write
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