You might ask yourself why I’m running around with a beard in Summer, in Madrid? No, well, telling you anyway! I charged my beard trimmer leaving for Spain so it can last easily for a week, I rarely use it anyway. The problem? Apparently, while in my bag, it got turned on and happily got empty somewhere above France maybe.
My beard doesn’t bother me, and maybe people will start to give me money, cause I so look like a beggar with my Sun Microsystems mailbag.