The eternal CEO of DBA. At some point I was willing to concede he was a better programmer than I (but that was long ago, now I don't know).
When we met, he was a chief of metal kombinat's erc, and while they officially did stuff in cobol, he actually generated cobol code from fox, then next he generated fox code from fox. With his then team (Grgi, Blaža, Števa, Brata, Nena) he already had a few cusomers, which went as it could, that's 1988 and it was a tough job to extract money for a tezga unless you're registered and official in some way. Which their CEO then wouldn't allow, he was a politician of the old nomenclature. So this metal kombinat suddenly lost most of its erc when DBA was founded.
A lot of trouble can be tracked down to his wife, Anđa. She's from Groš, fifth house beyond Oma, from a so-so solid house, nothing much to say about them, neither here nor there. She was keen on studying medicine, but can't be sure whether she quit when she touched the dead body the first time, or when she was about to enroll into the first year the second time. Instead she enrolled into FON (faculty of organizational sciences*, the „Only those who get driven over by nines and tens don't finish Fon“, 9 and 10 being the tram lines to there, see school levels), and graduated with unsurfuckable average of 6,66 (6,00 being the technical minimum). But she never gave up on medicine, and often appeared as an almost meritory source on the subject. Their kids had been lucky to grow up, considering how much she tried to help them.
„we can't possibly breakfast on an empty stomach“
„evriting iz posibl bat nating iz nesesEri“ (everything is possible but nothing is necessary, in rough pronunciation and off-topic syllable emphasis)
„it can still be optimalized further“
21-II-2013 - 25-VI-2026