May 29. Two hours after we return the children, my daughter writes in the chat that her laptop no longer turns on. It is ten at night as I drive across the city, which is still in daylight, to get the laptop and, back at our place, we try to fix it. After another two hours, we have to give up. Instead, we reset my laptop and put the purple plastic shell on it, which takes another two hours. This is now my daughter’s laptop, and we drop it off at seven in the morning, on our way to the airport.