XXX: I was so sad.
xxx: I remember the zeroes, my father balls in the compass, in the iron, in the software, full of disks. I looked like a hacker.
xxx: a shash... brings me a note, says "look the plywood, some hernia got up, windows in chrome jump out with advertising"
xxx: and there is a miner somehow hanging, and a bunch of left-wing plugins in browsers, and all kinds of hidden processes that restore all this matter...
XXX: It was so sad. It wasn’t me who caught the hernie and went to my father, but vice versa :(
XXX: The time is flying.