14 DAY TRIAL // I've just watched again 'Breakfast at Tiffany's' starring the famous beautiful and almost anorexic Audrey Hepburn and I couldn't stop thinking at the world of technology and how we usually stop and eat our porridge in front of some great looking gadgets specialized shop, just hoping that someday, somehow, we will be able to buy at least one of that next-generation full-featured and know-it-all devices.
But life teaches us, and so does capitalism, that you must work your ass off to get your hands on one of these hi-tech goodies and that it might just happen that you will end up eating breakfast all your life in front of the store and not being able to even dream you could buy the items on display.
But until that marvelous day comes, we go into the store and engrave our five years old mobile with Nokia's great looking logo and then we go home happy, imagining that we are holding the latest discovery of the famous manufacturer, one which costs a fortune just to touch.
At home awaits our beloved cat that doesn't have a name and our not so beloved apartment that looks like a little warehouse because we always intend to move out in a bigger house featuring another life and all that technology could offer - from HDTV to a ultimate taste home entertainment system and, who knows, maybe also the latest Pioneer speakers made from the wood used hundreds of years ago to manufacturer whisky barrels. Great picture, isn't it?
And you wonder why doesn't the cat have a name even if it has lived under the same roof with you for years? Maybe because you are so used to dreaming your days starting with the coffee that could be better, sweeter and not so black, passing than to the phone that could have many more features, to the person standing next to you who could be a flawless android, same as the cat, and ending with your work place which resembles your childhood dream and your grownup nightmare, at the same time.
But this kind of weird life has its good parts? you always end up in front of the perfectly clean window that separates you from the fulfillment of your endless reverie. And it feels good to be so near, feeling as if you could almost touch your dream-life. You just stay there for hours, not knowing that you are again late for work or that your family members are expecting you for dinner.
I remember an old song that talked about how it would be to live in the future, and at that time the future was symbolized by the year 2000. I used to sing it when I was just a child, imagining that I'd have a flying saucer for a car and a robot for a companion, but it turned out to be again the Tiffany's window downtown that looks so unreal and so far away.
I write about so many innovations created by technology and I am so amazed every time, as if I were a child ? But then again I remember Tiffany's and the dream of a perfect life, a flawless high-tech - one in which you actually like the pink invasion. But then I say that it would be boring not to argue with a stubborn man or to go and just cruise around a lake based in the middle of the never-sleeping and much too big modern town.
I haven't found the front door that leads into Tiffany's wonderland, I just look inside marveled by the window and being satisfied with the sunshine I have in my handbag.
