Among my recent bad luck there 'that the collapse of my laptop, maybe for 46 degrees massimi che New Delhi ha toccato un pomeriggio o per le continue fluttuazioni della corrente elettrica. Il portatile, fatto per il mercato italiano, non ci e' abituato. Come, forse, non ci sono abituati gli speaker Ubs Logitech improvvisamente ammutoliti.
L'emergenza digitale mi ha fatto conoscere quello che e' uno dei piu' grandi misteri dell'India. Non i fachiri o il sesso tantrico, ma il boom informatico! Continuo infatti a non comprendere come l'India possa promuovere se stessa come paradiso dell'high-tech. Qualcuno me lo spieghi, per favore.
Se avessi una telecamera vorrei filmare il Service Center dell'HP dove ho portato il cadavere del mio laptop. Ho scoperto che e' a pochi passi da casa mia, ma non l'avevo mai notato. Pensavo fosse a junk dealer or those places where you bring to soak the paper. There is no sign, but only a faded photocopy of a crumbling wall where there is' wrote SERVICE CENTER. The windows appear to be abandoned for centuries, the walls dirty and greasy chairs. He missed most of the station waiting room 'poor in India and' reduced to a similar degradation. If you take a good look around, you understand that the center and 'Originally conceived as Compaq. Then something terrible must have happened. The guy at the reception seems locked up on death row and so 'depressed. Yet it came to people, each with a laptop under his arm and great expectations as me. The response and
'came after two days. A guy showed me the hard disk that had just checked out on a shoe counter. ''Do you hear that buzz?''. I nodded, thinking it was the right answer. E'''damaged''ruled the technician without changing facial expression. I did not want solidarity ', but at least two words of condolence. None.
The next day I faced the infernal circle of Nehru Place, a series of decaying palaces where thousands people daily in and out with all types of electronic equipment on the head, shoulders, arm and hand. If Dante had seen her, would have added to the list of Nehru Place being enclosed pits maybe Bill Gates. Dell
The showroom looked like a fish market, but that HP is a bit 'better. Ed and 'them that my new desktop I write and 'was taken away on the head of a porter who like Tom Thumb scored his journey with large orange-red spittle.
as I was, at Nehru Place, I also went to make a detour to the service center of Logiteck. To find the end of a corridor where they sell pirated programs as alal fair country, and 'already' been a business. Enter elbowing among people who acted as if they were loaves of electronic circuits, and 'was a miracle. The center and 'a dark closet, too smelly, with a''hole''to receive the defective parts and the other to deliver the repaired item. Since I was already 'pretty pissed off, my speakers have gone over the heads and finished directly on the counter full of computers, I think, are made with e-waste in the eastern suburbs of Delhi. They were not failures, the problem was the connecting cable. But how do you break a cable after a month? The only response from the technical and robots' status:''cables are not under warranty, we can not replace them.'' Next another. And this would be the''back office''of the world
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