About 2003, when I first heard of USB Flash Drives, I thought it was very interesting. Well, every male’s eyes stick to nice and handy gadgets. Or curves…

Of course I bought one for myself. It had the extraordinary capacity of 256 MB, was small, blue and transparent. It was the perfect toy. No more stress caused by diskettes, no more writing on CD-RW’s. Just like on a floppy disk, I could write and erase data as I saw fit … like on a CD, I could transfer a lot of data.

It did, also, make a big hole in my wallet. The huge 256 MB Flash Drive cost me, back then, almost a quarter of my salary. At the same price I could now buy a 16 GB, or even 32 GB, flash drive. I don’t see why I would do that, though, knowing the reduced transfer speeds of flash drives.

Recently, I found my Flash. It was one piece, functional, light blue and still transparent. As a bonus, I had data on it. Files from another era. Memories. A real treasure.

I inserted it in an USB slot in the front of the computer’s case and started checking everything on it. After a half an hour, amused, nostalgic, even happy, I went on the balcony for a smoke. When I came back, being caught in a discussion with a co-worker, I stepped right on the flash drive. I wasn’t content at all.

I looked at the remaining pieces under my show and I was quite surprised to see it almost intact. It was a bit bent, it stripped it’s blue plastic clothes and I could see the little control board which, too, was a little bent and seemed broken. I tried to insert the rests of the flash in the USB slot, but Windows said it couldn’t find a driver. Damn it! The only thought that went through my mind was that it needed another flash drive, not a driver.

I tried to unbend the control board, as delicate as possible, and I tried again. To my astonishment, this time it worked flawlessly. I copied all my data from it, and now … it’s a blog piece, as you can admire below.

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