The moment it started  —  Part 1

The moment it started  —  Part 1

One of the things most people can’t forget, is the moment when they discover what exactly they want to do for the rest of their lives. Simply because the definition of someone’s identity, is based on what they do, or that’s what I think.

During the summer of 2006, I had the chance to spend more time than ever with computers, with unlimited access to the internet. I was 16 back then, I was very ambitious, but without any real clue on what I want to be, or what I want to do. For months I thought I wanted to study engineering, I was fascinated by mechanics and engines, I used to watch my father work with his hands and fix things when he took me with him to his work. I had this tendency to ask about stuff and how they worked.

Yet I think I only wanted to study engineering because I was influenced by the charm my father had over people: he was able to fix broken things, while people were impatiently frustrated.
He would spend hours trying to understand the mechanism of the broken thing and how it worked before he actually fixes it. He would look in his books and examines his blue prints. It gave me the ability to understand the value of research and the importance of analyzing things before actually doing them.

I started to analyze myself and understand what I really wanted.

I learned two important things: I want to solve problems and I want to create things, instead of fixing them.

I was a four years old when I TOUCHED a computer for the first time, I remember it was a Windows 2.0 powered huge old thing in my father’s office, he would let me play with the keyboard and he would challenge me into writing something. I was fascinated by the magical device that gave me not only absolute control, but also the ability to learn how to write my name: For a kiddo, that’s simply astonishing!

— to be continued