Yesterday in search of one right number, checked in contact the history of correspondence with his ex-girlfriend, with whom he separated six months ago.
And so it went and broke through the whole story until 2007. Fuck, I felt like I had lived again for five and a half years. Meetings, separations, quarrels and reconciliations
All experiences, all things to the smallest.
And here I sit and think - it's good or bad that such awful personal information is stored for so long on strangers, because he knows where the computers are.