I’m sure I caught something. There’s no doubt. I might be some kind of virus or maybe some yet unknown disease. My thoughts have changed, at the eyes of others my behaviour has become unreasonable and the worst of everything is that I don’t want to do anything about it. I feel good, sickly good.
I was bitten by a penguin, a penguin called Linux and since then I found how good is to be free. These are the stories of my sickness.
