Everyone has his/her own story of life, and I’d like to share mine here. I was born as the first child of a very poor family, living in Eastern Hungary. My mother is a seamstress, my father is a metal worker. I inherited my father’s skills at problem solving; he had been always good in schools but he didn’t have the chance to get any higher education. Being the “smart kid” of my family was definitely funny, but at the same time it was hard, too. Especially in school where bei

When I was a child, I was considered to be a super smart daughter of a very poor family — and as a result, I was always lonely. My...

Today, I had a discussion with my 8 years old son about my first steps with computers and programming. I had VERY good math teachers both...