(Στο τέλος ακολουθεί το ίδιο κείμενο στα ελληνικά)
Not so many people could argue that in my life I have been a great Facebook fan. Every time I needed to check something on a couple of Facebook groups I liked, I used my wife’s account and everybody was happy.
Last week, one of my texts was published by a friend of mine at a Facebook group. Some comments followed, and I needed to answer.
So I said, what the heck, it’s time for me to move on, to become a modern person of my age, and get a Facebook personality.
Everything for the first couple of days was just fine. It was a busy weekend. I became friends with my family, close and not so close, with many people I knew and I shared the same political, economic, and social ideas, with people I had many years to meet from school, with people I knew from the neighborhood I live in, with professional colleagues etc.
Then the problems started.
Verification was needed to log in. I gave to Facebook my cell phone number, in order to receive an sms with a password I should type in order to log in. Ok, I said, fair enough.
Second time I needed to correspond six pictures with six of my friends. That was a little risky. Not only I had to recognize my wife’s cousins, living for so many years in foreign countries, but, the scariest, I almost missed my own daughter. Her profile photos were not the most reliable for that purpose, you see… Nevertheless I did it.
The third time, in three days period, one more sms was supposed to be sent to me in order to login. Unfortunately, that sms never reached my cell phone. I pressed the “re-send” button, but still nothing. I gave some more wishful but unsuccessful tries and I gave up.
Next day, from the office pc, the same result. Now it’s time, I said, to ask for help. So I sent a message: “Dear Sirs, I am sorry but I do not receive the SMSs you are sending me.”
Here is the dialogue that followed:
So much for my Facebook period.
I gratefully thank all the people that became friends with me through FB, but I no way intend to give to these people copies of formal identification documents. I do not intend to contribute in building a second, on-line parallel state, with on-line authorities, and, who knows, may be later on-line police and jury.