On Thursday I got a notification slip in my snail-mail box about a packet that was waiting for me at the post office. It was registered mail, sent from Amsterdam, The Netherlands. Registered mail is interesting, since the sender actual cares if you receive the package or not. Amsterdam is also interesting, considering all the different things that you can receive from that particular city. The thing was that I couldn’t remember having bought anything recently that would be dispatched from Amsterdam.
Could I have been doing some drunken internet shopping? It has only happened once before, and it’s a long time ago. I watched an excellent movie, Deep Rising, after coming home from a long night out and decided I just had to buy it on DVD. It was impossible to come by in Norway, but luckily I managed to dig it up in an obscure American online store. A few weeks later the DVD arrived in the mail. With P&P, import tax and an unfortunate exchange rate, the price of the thing easily exceeded three times the normal price of a DVD. And after seeing the movie again I learned a hard lesson in life: Drunken internet shopping is a really bad idea. The movie was crap.
If I had been riding the plastic VISA dragon again, this registered packet from Amsterdam could potentially contain anything. Maybe it was a tiny prostitute or some dope?1) Should I worry about plain clothes cops hiding in the snowdrift outside the post office?
No less than 16 wireless access points are in range of my computer. I found them by using a tool called 

