It was the morning of the seventh, and there was still a lot of money in my account. That seemed strange. My mortgage is paid on the fifth. The salary deposited at the very end of the month goes out just as it came in, to pay off the mortgage. I went online to check my account, but the lines had disappeared, the credit lines and the credit history. And given that banks are never late about such things, and given that they don’t make mistakes, at least not in our favor, and given that I’m not naïve, I realized that a Russian hacker or perhaps an Anonymous hacker had gotten into the bank’s system and erased from the bank’s memory all traces of the intimate, or at least privileged, relationship that I’d developed with that bank. I knew neither his name nor his face. And he’d probably not done...

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