When you move to a new place you tend to have some new great experiences... and also some that are not that great.
Unfortunately I just went from one of the second kind.
About an hour ago I was sleeping in my bed after deciding to go to sleep early tonight. A minute later I was awaken by the building fire alarm to find out all the corridors full of smoke.
I grabbed my pants and went down to meet with the rest of my fellow sleepy neighbors.
Now, if you have about a minute to grab the important things of you and run for your life - what do you think you would take?
Money? Visa cards? Photo Albums? Car keys?
What I grabbed was just two things - my iPhone and my laptop.
This fact alone probably tells the all story of the modern man more than anything else.
P.S
If you are curios, everything is OK. There was a fire in one of the garages, and the smoke went into the ventilation system of the building. Everyone OK and I'm back in my bed.
