I always have my phone in my hand, I am addicted, I admit that. I feel save with my phone. Accessible. But therefore I am always on duty. Without a break. Always checking, what’s on. Hello, addicition 2.0. So you might can imagine, what a shock it was for me, to sit in my car, almost reaching Innsbruck, already 60 kilometres away from home – realizing that my phone isn’t with me. I forgot it at home (I have to say, that the sheer fact, that I FORGOT my phone, is actually a wonder. Something I never thought, would happen. Anytime. But it happened.) Alright, I sat in my car,…