There are decisions that self-employed people like to put off because they are inconvenient. Changing hosting providers is undoubtedly one of them. As long as the websites are running, the emails are arriving and the bills are being paid, you think: Why touch something that works?
But sometimes you realize too late that "working" no longer means "right". My web hosting provider Hosteurope was of the opinion that it had to force its customers to migrate to Microsoft 365 for a fee without their active consent. The following is my experience, which ended for me with a migration to another hosting provider.
Last week I was in Berlin for a few days and was able to gain many interesting impressions, which I would like to describe below. The short trip to Berlin was also an excellent opportunity to put my relatively new Nikon Coolpix P300 through its paces - so the picture galleries in this article are all from the Nikon P300. The days in Berlin were exciting, and I was able to admire an original Microsoft Surface table for the first time, which is part of the equipment of the "Q110 - The Deutsche Bank of the Future" branch in Friedrichstraße. But first things first. First, I'd like to explain why it's a good idea for business travelers to leave the car at home, and then I'll tell you what I experienced in Berlin.
A long-time friend calls me and gives me a voucher for 12 months of Sky World and all HD channels for free until the end of the year. Even though I only get a few hours of TV a week myself - four new children's channels, after all, and thanks to the HD channels I can even watch the first half of the Bundesliga. The connection fee and delivery costs were also included, and the required digital receiver and smartcard were delivered free of charge. Hey, I liked being able to get a taste of the Sky world in this way and completely free of charge, so I was very pleased and gratefully redeemed the voucher.
My wife got to know me, not the other way around. She literally stalked me. No matter where I went, she was already there. It was twelve years ago now. Back then, I was a die-hard motorcyclist, I only wore black sweatshirts, frayed jeans and biker boots, and I had long hair. Of course, I also had an outfit for special occasions. Then I wore a black sweatshirt, frayed jeans and white sneakers. Housework was an evil that I avoided whenever possible. But I liked myself and my life. So that's how she got to know me. "You're my dream man. You're so masculine, so daring and so free."