i can't recall the ice-breaker he used on me but the moment i said my camera was running a tiny computer inside and he asked if it was Linux, we only stopped talking till his stop. cheers gray hair old guy. guess it's the last time i'll find a Debian user on Brazil's public transportation on a Sunday afternoon
this memory is more fresh, happened yesterday. if it's considered yesterday if i didn't slept yet. i'm typing on Termux with my smartphone on my bed although. help. she asks what was the thing in my neck. i said a camera. she then says something like: i predicted that. after a short demonstration she asked if i made it and i said yes and she said i predicted that too. she was funny. then proceed to say something about when we make our custom stuff, it fits our needs so tightly or something more concise than that. i literally was blown away by the way she talked about that feeling. she asked me if i posted my photos somewhere. i said i had a blog. she looked at me in confusion. a website. she didn't knew what was that. "i know Instagram and Facebook". probably would say Tiktok but i interwined and gave a short example: when you ask something to Google and then you click in some answer and it takes you into a space. she nodded. that's a website. she opened her purse, lend me her smartphone to show me how. she joked: now it's the time you run away. i laughed and gave her block asking the password. then i opened my blog on her browser and said posts with .numbers is where i post my photos. i opened dump.1 and warned the rest were my writings in English. she said she knew a way by Chrome's pop-up translation. we climbed into the bus, she headed to the reserved seats for old people and i claimed a space some steps away. she grabbed my attention once again saying beautiful shots. we split on our own ways at the terminal. these were my photos from that day
this memory is more fresh, happened yesterday. if it's considered yesterday if i didn't slept yet. i'm typing on Termux with my smartphone on my bed although. help. she asks what was the thing in my neck. i said a camera. she then says something like: i predicted that. after a short demonstration she asked if i made it and i said yes and she said i predicted that too. she was funny. then proceed to say something about when we make our custom stuff, it fits our needs so tightly or something more concise than that. i literally was blown away by the way she talked about that feeling. she asked me if i posted my photos somewhere. i said i had a blog. she looked at me in confusion. a website. she didn't knew what was that. "i know Instagram and Facebook". probably would say Tiktok but i interwined and gave a short example: when you ask something to Google and then you click in some answer and it takes you into a space. she nodded. that's a website. she opened her purse, lend me her smartphone to show me how. she joked: now it's the time you run away. i laughed and gave her block asking the password. then i opened my blog on her browser and said posts with .numbers is where i post my photos. i opened dump.1 and warned the rest were my writings in English. she said she knew a way by Chrome's pop-up translation. we climbed into the bus, she headed to the reserved seats for old people and i claimed a space some steps away. she grabbed my attention once again saying beautiful shots. we split on our own ways at the terminal. these were my photos from that day