How many of you have experienced in a short-time period the feeling of losing something extremely valuable and re-finding it short time after? You know, that feeling of redemption, promising yourself  “I will take this or that other precaution…I promise I promise” and then self-deceiving “Please let me find it”. I am talking about losing my jump-drive, those little hard-drives that can be plugged to computers. Dudes, I lost it, and I was desperate because I didn’t had an up-to-date backup of my Ph.D data -oh, socorro! I felt so bad: “you did it again” “you’ll never learn” and “you deserve it” but inbetween the “Porfaaa, let  me find it” mentioned. But then, after walking the campus, and being in all places where I suspected I could have lost it: the toilet, the Lost& found department, the dinning room, the fridge, all my backpockets –re-checked them nine times. Useless. Pointless. Disappeared without a trace, as usual. I was nearly going to give up, when my eyes identified its shape over some books in the lab. Eureka!!! You know, that feeling, that liberation. That was happiness, short-lived, but real!