A little story about St. Nicholas

There are many legends about Saint Nicholas, but all these legends have a common point, namely generosity.

From historical sources it is known that Saint Nicholas was born and lived between the second and third centuries after Christ in Asia Minor, but the celebration of 6 December is actually the day of his death in 352 after Christ.

History also says he has inherited an impressive fortune from his parents, but he did not benefit from his generosity being out of the ordinary, sharing it with the bitter and poor, and making them happy too.

The legend also says that he disguises himself in order not to be recognized and to enter the sacking houses in the houses of the poor, leaving them gifts, clothes, food and money.

The most popular legend about St. Nicholas tells us that entering a man’s house that had three girls but who had no money to support them, he intended to get them to push them to the oldest job in the world, namely debauchery.

But Saint Nicholas, through his generosity and generosity, prevented this man’s unclean thought, leaving the socks of the girls who were hanging on the hearth on the hearth, enough money to forever remove his black thoughts.

Today St. Nicholas enters the houses of the people without being seen (according to tradition) on the night of 5 to 6 December, still on stealthily, bringing small children, gifts, toys, sweets and others if and only if they were good all year round and have cleaned the boobs in the first place, if not, leave them a honeysuckle, I think you can imagine why.

The celebration is not only for the little ones but also for the big ones like me, but who still have my heart and soul all the child.

I made this preamble to tell you that I am one of those who awaits Saint Nicholas even though I know that I will not receive anything, but still I worry and in the evening I put in bottles enough sweets as I was when I was a child to respect the tradition and to enjoy the magic of this wonderful day.

On the 6th of December, for example today, I go cheerfully to a café to have a cup of coffee and eat a cake, and enjoy it as if St. Nicholas invited me. I do not know much, because the smoker is, I cannot smoke in the cafe, but I do it with pleasure.

You cannot even imagine how great the joy is for me, for my heart and soul, and I will wait for the magic of fulfilling my desires, if not now with the coming of Christmas.

And so, I wait every year trying not to be sad, but hopefully continually year after year to fulfill my dreams.

How many years will I be waiting for before?

Art and War

Is very true that through photography, I express my soul experiences. I have often been asked why I do not write a few impressions on each photo, why I do not do photojournalism, or why each photo is not accompanied by a simple comment.
If I were in war I could have written, although nowadays we could say that it is a war, with a treacherous enemy, unseen, evil but much more effective than an army of people with a rifle pointing at you he can go down and kill mercilessly and without being able to respond in any way, as Bill Gates said in a conference that many may not have justified by labeling him an eccentric, crazy millionaire.

It is known, however, that a photograph can illustrate and say much more than a thousand words, which is very true.
I have written some stories about life, about myself, which some have read and may have appreciated, but many more have ignored by cataloging them as a waste of words thrown on paper. But I didn’t get upset.
I read many posts of others, some I liked very much, and others did not, I did not express myself in any way, although maybe in my mind I considered a time wasted. What am I trying to do? I try to paraphrase a famous French writer, Marcel Proust, “In search of lost time …” to say as a result that I also read many nonsense and no-nonsense writings, most of which are political in nature, and for me politics is an “endangered” species.

I know I’m unrecoverable guy from this point of view, it just doesn’t interest me.
Returning to photography, however, I try to express exactly what I feel at that moment through the images posted by me, even though the theme addressed is the nature with its eccentricities, inciting me much stronger than the other themes presented.
If you try to delve into their artistic depth you will notice, I notice feelings of love, beauty, art, witnesses to this silent procession being my air, the slight expression of the spring wind, water, sunlight and obviously my new indefatigable friend Maya.
And maybe there is something, fear and frustration, the feeling of nausea that I have when I go for a walk no more than 300 meters from the house, because being military orders given by the Romanian government, I can only walk the animal company 1 hour in the morning and 1 hour in the evening, and 2 hours to make purchases from the market or from the nearby store.

Why fear? Because where I go I always have the camera with me, and not for the sensation but to hunt subjects when necessary, and I honestly would not want to be asked by the police what I do and why I do not comply, of these stupid ordinances. Yes, military ordinances, which are very restrictive in terms of freedom of movement.
Yes, the fear that they may receive fines, which I honestly have nothing to pay for, because they are so great at being at the mercy of the people in uniform, be it policemen, gendarmes or military who walk the streets to respect the military restrictions imposed, and who it would put me in the mug more than I am now.

God, what times have we been given to live, and that’s only because of a small virus, or … maybe there were other causes that we don’t know and maybe we’ll find out over … about 100 years.
I’ve had enough. Tomorrow are the flowers before the Easter in our Orthodox religion.
Perhaps, however, our Lord, then when he rises from the grave … with Death near Death stepping on … he will have mercy on us, his servants, will give us a sign of joy and hope, that we may soon get rid of this nap, as it always did on big days.
And now, what to believe…in art…in war? God, please, enlighten me!!!
God help!

… Essay on life as a chess game

I have never been able to be anchored in everyday life. There are too few circles of people who are discussing more interesting things, such as art, culture, literature, and more circles of people who discuss and comment on politics even if they are not good at it.

What does politics mean? Politics = Power = Money = Interest.

What we all are interested in money, perhaps the most interesting segment of the metaphorical circle called Politics.

But acquiring them is done through work, with a lot of sweat to ensure our existence and hard daily living.

What is most tragic, however, is that we are considered, simple people, yes, true, but with a lot of good sense and having a soul, we deeply think, produce and realize interesting ideas, we create discussions, great things to do we enjoy ourselves and our fellows.

But the most important quality we have with politics and politicians is that we do not manipulate while we are being manipulated.

The other elements, politics, power and interests, and even their propaganda policies, are not interesting to many, not even to me, but on the contrary even if, to say we understand them very well, we are scarred by them.

And then one can ask the natural question and why not pertinent … “Why should I be anchored in everyday reality?”
Difficult to explain, but even harder to accept, and maybe others, but I do not want to panic because panic as a state, is actually a primitive emotion, so I always invite all opinions and opponents with powerful minds.

So, my life taught me to become passionate in thought, in the memory of some or the others.

However, some policies should consider them, even manipulation policies. Chess has game started, white moves … so En garde…

The past few days, Mona, my beloved little rabbit, a pure soul like a lily, imperial lily, but who loved me unconditionally, had a little health problem that I, perhaps from too much zeal I wanted I do not really suffer too much. I regret that I have to use the past time, but you will see why.

She looked at me with some shining eyes, of which I understood her suffering. So I went to a veterinarian to consult. She gave me a treatment that had to be applied to relieve her suffering.

Anyway, she was quite stressed, but in the end I had to go two days to get rid of the problems that Mona had.
I guarantee you that if she could have spoken to me, she would have told me, and I would have known in the meantime that it hurt her, but only with her look she was saying was all.

I was four days without, no results, with all the drugs given. I went to another veterinarian to consult her again and get another authorized opinion, and I will go again. But although I warned her from the very beginning, to have a delicate behavior towards her, she did not take into account, Mona was even worse, and when she left, she just died.

Can you imagine how much suffering has passed? I raised her for over 8 years, with very much attention and love. Why did I have to take the incompetence of some veterinarians who, although paying for a lot of money, killed my beloved pet. It’s true I would have paid for it anyway, only to know Mona well and happy.
Is not that into politics, of some who want to get rich quickly without doing anything? All politics is that too. And then what else do I think?

I said from the beginning that Mona must be treated as a little princess, which allows me to quote Pericle: “We love the beautiful but very humble …!” Which obviously the veterinarian did not do, anyway, I am very sad and upset at the same time.

Maybe I should not have told this sad story, which marked me very deeply and led me quickly towards the negative pole, even though I would have wanted to think positively, my hope in this case being a real disaster.

To be avenged, is it? I also thought about this, but do you think I could solve something? Mona cannot bring herself back to life anyway, even if she wants it, and revenge would be much better than ashes. But I try to be strong and look in the future, the void in my soul may be filled in one way or another by someone else or not, not Mona being replaced (with even a bunny) just to make me so I pass more easily over this unfortunate stage of life, but honestly to be fantasy is the one that creates my problem.

One thing is well known, from where she is from heaven, Mona will watch me and she will save me as he did five years ago with love and bestowal.

Do not have the impression that I’m a fool or being crazy, I’m in need of psychological counseling, but I certainly know I’m a person who attracts and can generate negative effects. That, I I know from birth.

It is very difficult for me to defer to this idiotic state, although I try permanently, sometimes laugh about what happens to me, sometimes avoid the conflicts that I am generating as much as possible.

But how long before?
Life is like a chessboard, every piece moved, must be well thought out and analyzed so as not to fall into the opponent’s trap, sometimes depending very much on the frivolous state called luck, not for the old Chinese saying it is good to rely on the mistakes of the opponent.
The right ones, personally, I have drawn my luck with my hand, a state I have called a chance.
You see there are a lot of reasons that make me as I am, let’s say the original, I do not want to kid somebody, or be influenced by something, but do exactly as I think it would be better.
But I do not always get out of my own way, but I’m still trying, maybe once I’m out of my passion this might well change my poor course of life.

Move the final … chess and mat …

June/20/2019                                                                                                                          PM

A little big adventure …
Do you remember Jim Carey in the famous movie “Detective of Fish”? I’m sure yes, but I do not think you can imagine me, but I tried to be a little detective, even if I had no idea of this job.
I’m sure Sir Conan Doyle would laugh at his ears, if he were alive, along with his famous Sherlock Holmes creature, but he could make me a funny, suspicious amateur character in one of his novels.

And yet it is true, even though in my knowledge of amateur and profiler criminologist at the same time, I managed to solve a rather difficult situation at the police job, a job I had at one point.
God, who would have believed? And the peak of irony at that time smoked and pipe, they!!! Not to look like Sherlock Holmes, but to get rid of this sinful vice. I obviously did not leave.
But here’s how things happened, noting that the characters in this little story are as real as possible!!!! hahahahaha!!! Let’s call it innocence…

Not being “Mr.Bean,” but with some of his stupidity, I was moving with quick morning steps to work, and I do not know why, but with the hope of drinking my coffee quietly, and prepare me the program for that day.

What to say! A beautiful day out with a lot of sunshine for that pretty morning, whose strong rays, my cheeks cheerfully, and the gentle winds of my wind sprang to me.
However, I had no pleasure in going to work, Lord! And I had laziness in me, very big, and it would be hard to describe it in words, but I had to, I did not have anywhere.
I do not get well in the office, thinking about the coffee I was going to enjoy, when I get a phone call from the Secretary of the Big Chief who called me urgently to him.
I was wondering, what does God want and that this morning? He slept badly last night, does not drink his coffee first and then work?
I was asking a lot of questions I could not answer, and I’m having problems.
Maybe he does not have the internet, or maybe his computer does not work, or maybe my fellow did something stupid?
Between us, I did not have a blast of mumble on that beautiful morning, beautiful for some, but for me pretty bad, but it was known that those from the Police Information Service were a little bit headed, what I am doing.
I was going to find out in a few moments, even if I was asking myself if the human minds are perceive relevant machinations in either stupidity or good, using people like chess pawns. Great bad luck, “crazy” I was.

I’m headed for his cabinet with a bitter taste in his mouth and I do not care anyhow, “whatever he is,” I said.
I walked shy and humble into the anteroom, the secretary going to introduce me to his office.
This with a discreet sign urged me to come in, what I did. I was obviously expecting to feel like a mood at me as usual, but I was surprised that it was not like that, “that’s still sleeping well tonight,” I said to myself, waiting to see what he asked me.
“Do you know that I received a phone call from the Police Commander, that there is leakage of information on the Internet, from our computer”? He says with a very low voice, but it has made me a little more careful.
“No,” I answer, though I was amazed at the question. “But there’s no way this happens because it’s connected to secured internet in the first place, and secondly, all the slots on the computer are sealed by me, except the one that the printer is connected to. Moreover, the connection with the Commissariat does not start with accessing the password, thus starting the database, and the password changes once a week, as you know, and yet another additional connection is not possible “.
“Go and check again, and tell me what you have found,” he said in a surprisingly cordial and friendly tone, a look that did not have a character.

“Good Boss” I go and check, but I will do it in a discreet way because I do not know the password of the criminals database and I do not want to put myself in an embarrassing situation with the service officer, “I answer I.
“The service officer has a more specific protocol established by me and the Police Commissariat, then I implemented the database software into the computer and I just want to respect it,” I politely replied.
“If you need the password you come to me and tell me, do not get involved with yourself, and run away to solve the problem,” he says.
“Okay Boss!” “That’s what I’m going to do,” I say, knowing he had a lot of confidence in me.
I leave his office being contradicted by what happened, and without knowing it. I was absolutely convinced that we had followed all the steps transmitted by the Police Station to secure the Internet. But, as I was thinking of the computer not being the last generation and made of my own scrap of modules, there would still be the possibility of accessing the internet through a third connection attached to it, but how? I could not imagine. And yet, a person in the institution has been accessed by a policeman who has become computer scientist overnight and who thus creates a security breach, thus committing an IT crime.
“Either,” I said to myself, “I will catch it quickly.”
Standing in the office and enjoying the warm, smelling coffee, I just came up with ideas on how to do such a unique situation for me. I cannot say too much and I do not want to go into too much technical detail to give ideas to others who are going to commit such crimes.

I went to the service officer to first make a direct view of the computer, and then make a decision. I want to tell you that I was the only person in the Institution, apart from the Director who had permanent access to all the offices, and any access to this database was counted in both the computer and the Commissioner.
However, that was not what was accessed, but on the opposite side of the person that made the access she wanted to simply view certain sites.
Meanwhile, I sent my colleague to solve the incidents that might occur on the network for some reason and to guide other colleagues in the secrets of using software implemented on computers to relieve myself of other tasks being free to resolve the thorny problem.
The next day I brought my home laptop with another operating system, an alternative system, namely UNIX (LINUX), which I was used to, but the others did not know it.
I was not accustomed to such situations, but I was trying to solve the problem of cybercrime, less orthodox, to find out the hidden files that were not included in the computer-generated addresses in her zinc logs, but I’m concerned about the report writing to the Director, only those essential data, observing a golden rule, namely, “Never write anything that will incriminate you.”
“What God is an investigation, is not it?” Many who had access to the computer were failing it either intentionally or out of sin or for other reasons, being forced by the situations created to solve the problems in a short time.

The night being always a very good advisor to me, we solved the problem the next day. Many could say, “Look at that has one idea and that fixed”, please, and so what?
Obviously this was not the case, I wrote the report and went to the Director, telling him what I found on the computer, what types of sites were accessed, and how I was operating.
Normally the smoker who did this or the tricks if there were more, introduced an internet stick to the bearer in the printer slot, entering various “XXX” sites during the night. The director will check the surveillance cameras and discover the offenders, which has happened.
At the Commissariat level, they knew what I was going to do, but they did not know what I was going to do, that’s my little secret to them, anyway they had enough. But they did not know that I was specialized in alternative operating systems, which was a plus for me compared to them, but the search for the truth was not for the “weak of the angel” but for those enough, and I could do it without their help.
For me, however, life among the cops was “like a box of chocolates that when you open it, you never know what surprise awaits you”, however the situation created and quickly resolved has imposed respect for many against me, what obviously made me happy.
What those who have done so to “madmen” cannot say otherwise, only they know because they have damaged the image of the institution in front of others and the fact that they have done cybercrime, and I did not, I told the Commissioner how I did it, the right was a pity on my part, I admit, but that’s how I paid a deal for the miseries they’ve done to me in the past, uffffffffff! I got a little too cool.

I could not say it was a complicated operation, but the intuition I had was beneficial in catching criminals.
What I really enjoyed was the fact that the strategic move on the chess board that the “crazy” I did, it seems clever, has “brought me to the final victory.”
I wonder, but why does not he offer me other desired and dreamed joys, but only the hardworking joys?
Is this a determinant element in the sense of my life?
Is this a little victory, to create the opportunity to dream again, or the state of transit in which I am actually translating myself, however, that the expectation is worth? Even if nothing happens, creating an “empty time” in my existence?
We will live and see, although not always dreams are given to be fulfilled … maybe …

May 5/17
P.M.