“Don’t let a thief into your house three times. The first time was enough. The second time was a chance. The third time means you’re stupid.”
― C. JoyBell C.
A Hacker broke into my bank account and robbed it. I realized something was wrong the minute I picked up some money from the bank on my way to airport. My account was almost empty and I suddenly felt very cold, like freezing in front of the bank machine as I was anticipating the worst. Upon arriving in England the bank in Germany confirmed my fear. What a nightmare. Robbing my sleep as well as my money! Now I have an ugly trojan, unpleasant stomach ache and piles of work with changing all my PINs, as well as corresponding with the bank and the police and digesting the pain of the loss.
As I’m informing myself how to keep my router secure in spite of vulnerabilities, I must admit I’m appalled at the impact of this robbery. What if they can’t find the hacker, what if I don’t get my money back? How could this happen, why didn’t I pay more attention and how will I act in the future? I’m doing almost everything online, banking, booking my travels, buying my books and other stuff.
“Shiva gives it, Shiva takes it”, Siri and Selma try to comfort me. After all, it’s only money, you know, please don’t be so sad. “Try to put it out of your head”, Selma says as she puts another piece of homemade blackberry cake on my plate. Oh dear, this morning, before we went to Salthouse Heath to pick berries, I was happy to register a considerable loss of weight in no time, at least something good.🙂 Now cheeky Siri warns me not to put on too much “Kummerspeck” due to comfort eating, but actually we all feel like tubby berries right now after several glasses of apple-berry juice made by Klausbernd.🙂
Good night to you all!