It took several hours before the Boualem discovered the blackout that paralyzed many social networks this week. He had felt, the bugger, that his mind was a little more serene than usual, but he did not understand where this feeling came from. It was a friend, who hadn’t called him for at least three years, who contacted him, with a good old-fashioned call, to let him know that he could no longer send him WhatsApp. The Guercifi thought he must have something important to say to him, but no. He wanted to warn him by phone that there was a social media outage, without any kind of urgent message imposing this approach. It was then that he understood that if he felt relaxed, it was because he was no longer the victim of this infernal avalanche of notifications which usually prevents any coherent thought from forming. He inquired a little and we explained to him that a terrible blackout had come to block these networks, and he went to bed in…
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