You have all seen these cables on wooden poles, dangling across fields, leading from village to village, from country to country and even connecting the continents underwater. This is how the internet comes into your home.
Have you never asked yourself where this internet actually begins?
I have. That’s why I have been following these cables on a multi-year journey. And now I finally found it: The place where the internet is produced is on Isla del Sol in Lake Titicaca, situated in a small but beautiful bay.
And the NSA guys are perhaps lodging about 100 m further down the road, in the tiny red-roofed houses (completely unsuspicious).
They are lucky that the center of the internet is on such a beautiful island.
Much more pleasant than Fort Meade, thats for sure. And they can have cheaper dope there, and it is completely legal in Bolivia.
You are funny (in a good way).
By the way, if someone calls me funny, I would never take that in a bad way. Not even if they meant it in a bad way.