Code. Never Stop.

A programmer’s inside story

For me, coding comes with a pure joy of creation that, although I’ll try, can’t be put into words.

Contagion

Almost two decades later, I can still remember the first piece of code I’ve written and made me feel like a mini-God. By that time I had “the microbe of computers”, as family and friends called it.

I already had it for a couple of years from one of my cousins, Oliver. The contagion happened during one of my childhood summer holidays.

I spent the summer holidays at my grandparents, in the Romanian countryside. At that time, student summer holidays were 3 months long. They always ended in a blink of an eye.

My cousin brought his computers with him to his parents’ house. He had two of them: a black one and a white one.

The black one was an older HC model, which I can’t recall, though it was a computer that needed audio cassettes for loading programs onto it. He told me that he was recording programs broadcasted from TV in dedicated TV programs.

Imagine, for a second, people starting their tape recorders in front of a TV that is emitting weird sounds. The same kind of sounds you’d get if you’d answer a phone when someone faxes something. I guess some of us will never experience…