Hiatus

I came back from a visit to my family last weekend. In those three weeks I was over there, I did not check my email once. The only times I was using the computer, I was teaching my niece Web tools or my nephew Mindstorm programming.

In other words, I was away from the Internet world. I did not do a single worthy thing. I did not even bother thinking about the projects I was working on.

Every day, I got up around 7 a.m., had my Nescafe (terrible taste), and talked to my mom about the old days. The most enjoyable thing I can imagine: the older I get, the more I want to maintain that continuity from the previous generation to my generation. And the tales are simply mesmerizing. The Japanese occupation. The hardship after the indiscriminate bombing of the allied planes. The general chaos after the Japanese surrender and before the return of the British. The struggle for survival in the post-war years.

It is so difficult to imagine a life filled with so much drama, all tragic. We had it made, our generation did.