[theragra]

Part about smell hit me strong. As a child of uni professor, I had some access to university computer lab. The smell in professor room was very plastic, dusty, a touch of burnt rubber. This smell meant a world to me. Access to something absolutely magical: not only cool games, but the world of adults who knew how to operate these machines.

I remember how at 12 or 13 year old, my father had given me a printout of Turbo Pascal program that calculated square root equation, and told me to print and run it.

That was a beginning of my programming career.