something amazing and creepy.
Ready to share my DSL with David who's sitting patiently waiting to "plug-in", he accidentally starts his air-port. I live next to the Rocopolco, a Latin Lounge, I am surrounded by brick, David has somehow "found" a connection, he's sitting next to me, surfing the web and we are unable to establish were he's receiving his connection. This is better than stealing cable, I say.
Where is it coming from? We dumbly look around the familiar flat.