After 2 years I'm going back to yahoo. Review on Inbox

I was very happy about this server,

but It seems that inbox.com is a spam magnet. I thought it is just a bad luck that I'm receiving 50 spams a day and maybe I've registered on some bully site, but no, I was very carefull, it has to be them.

They also automaticly write an advert at the bottom of your message.

When you send a message to someone, you always advertising something.

And now I have problem with sending mp3 files.

I'm musician and I'm sending it to important people for me.

Some of them get it and some don't.

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I'm trying to be nice and write some usefull information for others and it's not enough?

I don't need to write a long bullshit nonsence but if you wish

You want more words?

Here you go you time wasting basta*ds

*o, letus for a moment skip the conventional practice of using chronologicalorder, and I will tell you about the latest development in mynow-post-16-year old life. I’ve got some new living arrangements whileMartha and Frank are in Papa New Guniea on vacation. I’m living withsome friends and colleagues of Martha. They have 3 sons, one 10, one18, and one 23(that could be wrong, but it’s somewhere around there).The two oldest aren’t always here though, so that leaves it a littleemptier. They are all good people, but they are lacking wireless LAN, leaving me unable to upload this from home. One the brightside, I’mleaving close to Martha’s work, and I can use their WLAN when I feellike walking a few hundred meters. Now that that has been told, I canmove on.Consideringmy astounding inability to not remember when things have occurred, I’llpick a slightly arbitrary point; sometime in the break(which, by theway, is two weeks. It gets the Brandon Stamp of Approval). I went to aGerman disco. Now, as lame as that sounds, believe me that it is farfrom it. A disco is basically what we would call a club in America(youknow, that thing that all of my under-21 friends have never been to). The following morning was also very cool(despite the long night).We got up and went to ‘Tropical Island’ with a bunch of the extendedfamily. Tropical Island is basically a giant waterpark, except indoors, and at a temperature far more comfortable that the 40 or so degrees itwas outside.

Then, sometime later that week some friends of Martha and Frank came fromLuxemborg, and we all went to a theatre in Berlin. However, not anytheatre, but Friedrichstaat Palace. I found that incredibly amazing, and it also once again reminded me that my hostfamily is awesome.Martha and Frank both love theatre, providing me with opportunities toalso attend. Which brings us to the following point. For my birthdaypresent, we went out to Berlin to a dinner theatre type event, presented by a very good chef. However it wasn’t theatre in the senseof a plot and storyline, but more acrobatics and various shows.

But, it does indeed go further. Since the show in Berlin wasn’t actually onmy birthday, we went to Berlin the day of my birthday, and visited avery good friend of Martha. We went on a short tour of Berlin that day, and then returned to our ‘hotel’. Which brings us the the firstinteresting story that I get to tell.

Let mebegin by saying that the room Martha and Frank had was in order. I wasnot so fortunate however. First, they gave us a key ring. Okay, someplaces still use standard keys, no problem. However the keyring had 3separate keys. There were 4 separate locks that I had to navigate workthrough to reach the final destination of my room. Do the math, andtake into account that I’m not bright enough to remember which keysI’ve already successfully used, and you can find that it took me over10 minutes just to get into my room. But it gets better and better. Ihad a refridgerater in my room. A fridge that wasn’t plugged in. Orcleaned out. I took a quick peak, to find something, I don’t reallyknow what, I was a little scared of it, was living inside. Not justliving, but that kind of green/purple/black-almost-moving- sort ofliving. I was unaware such a fungus existed, and many parts of me wishthat I was still ignorant. And now we move on to the GDR style décorthat adorned the room. Plain walls, strangely patterned carpet, alongwith those old 60’s style tiles in the bathroom. But we cannot forgetthe small, not-automatic water heater that lived there. Now, since wewere going back out after our first visit, I didn’t bother to mess withanything and see what all was there, which brings us, once again, tothe next issue.

Thenext morning, I awoke to the sound of people coming down the steps thatwent down my thinly insulated room. Frank, who had already left forwork, called me and told me that Martha wasn’t answering her phone, andthat I should try to call and wake her up. I tried, only to hear arobotic voice coming over my phone:

“Hello. You have run out of minutes on you phone. Please purchase a new card.”

Welldamn. So, I get out of my room, and walk across the hall to see if Icould get to Martha’s door with one off my keys(there are two separatedoors to get into your room; a main one that leads to the corridorhousing the rooms) That didn’t work. So I went back in my room. 5minutes later, Frank called again. He told me to go outside, and toldme which window was hers. So, I did that, knocked on the window, onlyto find that Martha was already awake sigh.So, I go back to my room, ready to take a shower, brush my teeth, allof the normal morning rituals. I go to the toilet, and then, I try toflush. Nothing. I try the shower. No water. The sink? You guessed it.Not a drop. I checked the water heater, making sure that I had set it.Yep, everything was in order. So, I go back outside, knock on thewindow, talk to Martha, collect all my things, and then go and showerin her room. And so, only then were we ready to leave.