At the age of 12 I built a crystal-set radio, mainly to impress the babysitter. She wasn't impressed. Shortly after that I tried to assemble a digital clock, but nearly soldered my fingers together. I decided my future lay in software.      While junior high school student, I played in the computer lab at my local junior college. My best friend Charles was so smart he could crash the mainframes, so they kicked him out. I was a plodder. I spent hours at the terminal learning APL (A Programming Language) and playing text-based games. I also learned BASIC and FORTAN. I realized I didn't have the patience to pick through lines of code all day, and gave up on programming.      At college I fell in love with the Macintosh. I could make it do neat things without having to pick through lines of code all day.      One day in college I decided to live in Eastern Europe. I was day dreaming in my Russian History class, when Professor Nagy Talavera slammed his hand down on my desk to make a point. He was a stubby, swarthy old man, with a missing finger and an Auschwitz tattoo. He gesticulated wildly and spat when he lectured, and we lived in mortal terror of him. Nagy Talavera would walk into the lecture hall each day with a map under his arm, a tattered and stained map of the Soviet Union, with angry Cyrillic lettering, like he had stolen it from the KGB. He didn't lecture, he shouted in an incomprehensible accent, but swore fluently in at least seven languages. I was hooked.      I spent 1986-87 on a student exchange program in Skopje, Macedonia that made little sense, academically. I learned to speak Macedonian and, while I later forgot most of the language, I can still swear fluently in Serbian, Bulgarian and Greek. I traveled around Eastern Europe, not realizing that it would soon become Central Europe.      My life in Hungary started when I missed a train to Siberia. I was planning to travel through China and Southeast Asia, to blow all my money and to arrive desperate and broke in Japan, where a friend had offered me a job teaching English at MBA wages. As I happened, I stayed on in Hungary to teach English at peon wages.      I founded a family and an English-language newspaper. The newspaper began as a drunken conversation with a few friends, and though it eventually employed nearly 30 people, it was always more of a cause than a business. I would do it all again, gladly. Except this time I would demand more money.      The next logical step was the internet, and in early 1995 I was invited by Edward Schmidt and Brad Greenlee to become a founding partner of iSYS Hungary (P-K4). My title is Chief Strategist, and it pretty well describes what I do.
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