It was in 2003. Session and all other student problems. He was in the fifth grade, and was at five lectures in the semester. I don’t remember the subject, and the teacher too. Strict woman 45 years old. At the last gathering, all got automatically charged, except me... Tomorrow is the last delivery. and tomorrow!! I either surrender or go to the army. I am not something to understand, I don’t even know what it is about. I have 18 hours. 18 is! Study with 54 questions. There are 27 tickets. Fortunately, at that time, there were compasses. I got it all electronically. I am grateful to the students who killed this. I got everything I needed. I have 15 hours before receipt. I give up, I sit in front of the board, on the first party, ONLY! Not to write or crack! This is the hardest punishment for cold. Either I give up, or I forgive the universe in the fifth class. It would seem, the situation is deplorable, knowing that neither money nor gifts she takes. But... Having learned the 1st ticket in an hour I understood... There are 13 hours left (+food and road) before the delivery, and if to teach, then I have no chances. None of them!



Fortunately, I had a matrix printer! Matrix is his mother!! He is my savior and determiner of fate. What I do... I pull the tape out of it and send to print in 16 fonts all the tickets (protested different fonts before this). The matrix simply rubs the sheet and leaves no traces of imprint. But if you sit at the corner to the light, you can see everything that is filled there. This is the exit?! Salvation is simple! The problem is that he printed one sheet for 7 minutes, but it’s still better than learning. My matrix savior worked all night.



I signed every piece of paper on the corner with a number. It’s six in the morning and I’m ready. I know that I am waiting for an additional question, but it does not bother me yet. The first part before the front. Without a chance to give up, I pull the ticket... I see the number, I tell her, she pulls the sheet for me... I say my own, happy. He doesn’t believe it, but laughs and says, let’s see. I pull out (seems to be an empty sheet!) A sheet where everything is perfectly visible under my angle, but the reed does not see it. I buy my ticket in 30 minutes. I just write letters. And I surrender. She sits and looks at me. All the time. When I gave up, she smiled, “Let’s see how they say goodbye to the universe.” She read... a long time... and she had a question, “How did you do this?” Many people write that at this time they say that this was a question and I am free, but it is nonsense. I was so upset that I just got out of “writing.” “I watched you for half an hour. Writing was unrealistic. I don’t know how you did it, but promise me one thing – never give up engineering. This is the only way we can do the incredible.”



I am still bypassing all the problems on my way in astute ways that many do not realize. Yes, I don’t know my subject, but the universe teaches to survive, and does not give a straight path to life.