October 2011
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The man who changed my life passed away
One day, my dad came with a black box at home, with a huge smile. I was 11 years old. And the machine was massively simple, the mouse gorgeous, and the box so soft inside . Even if the screen was black and white, I could click, draw, paint, play, admire the structure of the OS, the details with smart utilities.
The other chance was a neighbor having access to all the best blockbusters: Dark...