The very first time I got from facebook 2006 Lamma Iceland / Hong Kong too. I Jain had met just before our departure Taiwan. We both had ordered a latte macchiato in the little cafe, located just before the departure point. That was probably the hook for our discussion, if I remember correctly . Probably it would have any his other topic. We are both so communicative, that our contact would have happened anyway. It was a nice, very personal conversation, completely real, with real people vis-à-vis. She asked me in parting, if I was in facebook. And because I had to at the time never heard of it, I just wanted to know what that is.
the time described this way: "It is a network with, everyone has a page with his picture on it, and you can write something about themselves and connect with others."
"Oh, no!" I reply, waving not interested in "I would NEVER join search for insecure data grabbing website."
This was really said it all.
Because we wanted to stay in contact, we exchanged our email addresses from, and cell phone numbers. And soon, the first mail arrived from her into my mailbox. It was an invitation to facebook. As an enlightened human being who I am, I have of course ignored. All other memories through facebook I have of course also taken completely uninterested counter and immediately deleted.
2008 I met again the topic. I'm with my friend on Balkan tour. After a few days' stay in Warsaw during a hospitalityclub friend, Sergey, who had contacted me 2007 on the host site and visit in Berlin, we drive to the camp of his professor after Meteor Debelo Brdo, the annual meteor showers observed. Eventually, the topic is on facebook.
"Are you on facebook?" ask the students.
"no."
"No? How can you live without facebook for?"
"Ehm ... what?"
"Well, as you entertain your friends with you for?" The horror on their faces can not be overlooked.
"Like how? We talk to each other."
"What, you meet?"
"Yes, of course, how else?"
"Really?" You meet your friends? " To the horror mixes a fine trace of disbelief.
"Yes, eh, sure. I have many friends."
"Wow ..." The round gives himself a brief moment of speechlessness out.
"In Serbia, everyone in facebook. If you're not on facebook, you do not exist. Everything is going about it. So you always know what others are doing." Excited, she s talking.
"I invite you to parties, only one on facebook. Who does not read it, has had just bad luck." statet Markus.
"The greatest thing is that you can send each other cows, or sheep." added Marie.
"Why?"
"Just to show that you think of the others. Without many words."
cows? A sheep? How silly. I feel a mixture of compassion, forbearance, and humility. Facebook, pshaw, something I need. I have real contacts. I have email. I have a phone. And of course I meet friends, many, and regularly.
"No, no." I Wiegele from mildly.
Four weeks after the trip, I'm sitting at home on the computer. I will just call it a day, because I come with the idea of me to see what exactly is it that I find so stupid. I sign on to facebook. The phone rings.
"Hey, how are you?" Dora sounds cheerful. "I wanted to hear me, how you're doing. What are you doing?"
We had met in India in 2007. And there email addresses were exchanged. And telephone numbers.
"Oh, good! Thanks for asking, I'm writing just in to facebook. See only one way, sometimes."
"I'm also in facebook. Because of the international contacts. And images. Register as just not on. "Warns me Dora.
" No, no. "Wiegele from me." Do not worry, I look only at times. After all, I'd best know how stupid is that. "Calm I.
" And how are you? "
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