From discussions about the first access to the network.
xxx: I am somewhere in 97, by the coincidence of the circumstances, my father at work got a messy dial-up access, like a number of his colleagues, though the poor didn't get anything, for all these years, because of the poor. I hardly got out of there, because if I get out, another smart man will take the account for a long time. But they had a chance when I got puddles from my mom. The phone was busy. I could never call from school. Fuck, it was a bad time. I remember as a Seas, the jump of the song, which weighed 4 MB, took 50 minutes.
4 MB in 50 minutes. It is optical! I had such a shit internet that it was faster to find Katya Lel and make Mushi-Pussy sing on a dictionary than to download a song.