Thread:Deathstalker666/@comment-1915529-20150523192506/@comment-1496755-20150901111444

Well, I grew up in a time when high technology was still something luxurious and even exotic. My first even computer was 8-bit and did not have a hard drive (so all programs had to be run from diskettes). And the monitor was monochrome (black and green) :P

There were regular power outages during the first 5 years of my life. We had become so used to it that it had become a part of the daily routine. The power comes, then my mom would immediately start cooking and doing the laundry as quickly as possible... until the next power cut. And we spent many evenings under the light of candles or kerosene lamps. A candle once left a black spot on a cabinet in my room - this spot remains even today (nothing could ever clean it). It's a powerful reminder of those times...