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It hit me how big a difference between the gargantual representation of our actions in our heads, and the so tiny changes that this actions provoque to the world arround us.
Talking about efficency: taking an hour to choose an outfit, the result: just the way a person looks for maybe half a day.
A day to paint a fence. How much would it take to paint all the fences in the city? Maybe an year? And how intense do I remember the day I painted the heating pipes of my home…
Two hours just to make a select on the screen to be filled with data, when I click on somthing … How much time to create a computer interface for writing my blog?
Or 8 hours to print 80 invoices, at the supermarket. How much time to print all the papes for all the supermarkets?
How small things I do every day, from brushing my teeth, to making my cup of coffee, and how little do I change in the world arround me.
It is quite imposible, to change the world, doing all alone little tiny things. Maybe if everybody did them. Or just by doing things that in cascade generate changes everywhere. Like creating ideas or setting things in motion. How many hours did the inventor of the fridge spent? How about building the first steam engine? Or how about van Gogh, painting a field of corn?
But does it matter if of our actions actually change the world? I suppose we should think about the negative effects. But should we also thing about doing something positive? Or if we are happy in our bubble, it is not that important that all our life we do tiny little things?
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One inocent movie for children, but got me thinking.
About a society where everybody wears the same suit every day, they go to school then work all their life doing the same tiny thing they chose when they finished their education, until they die.
Everybody is happy because they complete their purpose, and there is not so much place for the ones that put the questions.
Of course, all the hard effort is speculated by others.
The twist: if the little bees do not do their tiny job, then all the world falls apart.
Sounds familiar?
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As I was over my head of years of computer work, and my friends Zina and Ionut told me that they need someone to keep the competition score in the camp, I did not hesitate. Thanks to the support of the people arround me, to which I am very grateful, I left Bucharest for a week, direction Hunedoara county.
The first two days where strange, so many people I did not know, things to do, things to see. Everybody very very tired, but determined to do the best.
Then I moved to camp, and everything changed. I started to know the nice people arround me, to get used to the generators bzz and to love the engines roar.
I do not have the words to describe it, it looked like a Hemingway novel. No place for cowards. Everybody was build from just one piece of stone. And “the lady, always a lady”.
As I think back what I liked most is the camp fire and the milky way (which i have not seen for years). And the tunisian music. And smell of grass. Everything was just perfect.
Everybody there was the “tinkerer”type – distroy the car in the day, rebuild it in the night. Everybody was enjoying every moment, and the points mattered for very few (I had to invite people to check the scores, as repairing the cars was far more interesting).
It was a team effort for everybody, noone left behind. The organisers were happy when things got tough, and the competitors also 
To get to serious stuff, the food was great. I will never forget the baked trout and the chicken soup.
I can’t wait to see again the people I met. Never again I will forget about living the moment, as they do.
Thank you!
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The photos, impressions still to come:
http://www.rodiq.ro/photo/tat
