A tragedy happened. I came to my hometown, and looked for my old laptop. It's gone. My mother decided that I'd probably not need it anymore, and has thrown it away, only a month ago. My final work on Heraclius, my correspondence with various people, my diary from Syria, all gone.
I really can't understand why my parents think it's OK to throw my stuff to garbage without not only asking me about it, but even letting me know.
The only chance now that I may get some of my Heraclius work back is that I have probably sent it to some people, like Bernd... This way I wouldn't recover the most advanced version, but at least a better one than the 2004 one. argh.
I really can't understand why my parents think it's OK to throw my stuff to garbage without not only asking me about it, but even letting me know.
The only chance now that I may get some of my Heraclius work back is that I have probably sent it to some people, like Bernd... This way I wouldn't recover the most advanced version, but at least a better one than the 2004 one. argh.
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