If two months ago I got the "tourist-visits-jail" experience, today I got a glimpse about the "jail" experience itself: while working with my beloved mice in the quarantine room, snap! the door latched behind me and I found myself completely surrounded by thick concrete walls. Oh my GOD! I just realize the exit door was one-side opened only! No windows, no air ventilation system. Nothing. Now what? Mm...my adrenalie started pumping up pretty good. That was the first time in my liftime memory I could think of about feeling completely jailed. No freedom. Stuck. And where I was, I could have been locked up ONE DAY -if not more- without problems. Nobody would have noticed anything anormal. We all know it, to the question "Where is David, by the way?" the answer would have been invariably: "I don't know" or " we don't know", period.
But there was something in my pocket that saved my ass. Now, undoubtedly the BEST invention of this century to me, of course! NO CONTEST. YES. I got it. In my pocket there it was: my cellphone. And AMAZINGLY, it was charged, operational and...with ONE BAR SIGNAL. Oh thanks GOD! Thankfully Murphy's law is flawed and I just needed a call.
Thanks, thanks thanks. Wow, what could have turn out to be...

 

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