I have always loved digging into electronics, studying and finishing. It was still in school, and I was silly, but I knew it was mine. In 91, he gained access to IBM and began writing in Pascal. It was not a job for me, but a hobby. Then he entered the universe, the army, but the hobby did not go away. Even before the army, I went to work, wrote in Cobol and C in the unix system, and when they were paid, I stood red like cancer and couldn’t believe I was paid for what I would do for free. Then the army, writing programs on paper, sitting on duty, although the police officer mated and checked the records, trying to find the code. Then he returned to the same job, and a couple of years later finally found his company, sharpened under programming. And I still write programs, solving difficult tasks, and I still don’t understand what I’m being paid for. I like it.