The exercise dictator decided to take it easy.  I only had to run 7 miles before a breakfast of coffee and toast.  What I didn’t know was that it would be followed by a Free Walking Tour of Krakow (which I was told, is not pronounced “Crack-hoe”). The walking tour was quite enjoyable, and I only starting feeling dizzy at the end of the 2.5 hour walk. Unfortunately, it was so good, that the boss decided to do another walking tour, this time through the Jewish Quarter of the city. This is how another 4 torturous miles started. To add insult to injury, we were so late to catch our next train that we had to jog another 2 miles to the train station with 50 lbs on our backs (damn heavy laptop).

Obviously, we collapsed after pretty much an entire day running, jogging, or walking, all on a few slices of toast and a quick lunch at McDonald’s. I’m sure I’ll need no sleeping pills on the flight to London…

It’s amazing how much sightseeing you can do if you cover 6-8 miles before the throng of tourists gets out.  You see, I’m accompanied by the exercise Nazi who is awake at the crack of dawn, running shoes on, and not taking no for an answer.  So now instead of walking tours, I’m subjected to a running tour of the city centers and ancillary streets, while other sane people on vacation are sleeping, or at worst sitting half asleep in a picturesque coffee shop.

I’ve run the streets of Vienna, Budapest, Prague, and an assortment of other smaller towns.  And if Yano had her way, we would’ve done a couple laps around the Auschwitz-Birkenau concentration camp, as would be fitting her non-negotiable running nature.  Luckily, the Polish were not as amused at a whip wielding wife forcing her husband to run at slightly above anaerobic pace.

In other news, we are in Krakow, Poland, having done a tour of the Auschwitz camps.  I am not much of a tour or museum person (with the exception of the Louvre, the Uffizi, and the Cairo Museum), but the visit to Auschwitz will take your breath away.  If there is anything that made this entire trip worth it, it was those 2 hours and 45 minutes.  Words cannot do justice to it.  Suffice to say, that it was the first time I saw a groups of hundreds of people speechless for an entire afternoon.

Last week we spent a wonderful 3 days with Marcela and Peter, two couch surfers from Bratislava, Slovakia.  Slovakia is a beatiful country, and we were happy to see it mostly devoid of the throng of tourists that plague Vienna and Prague.

Peter and Marcela were kind enough to show us around, and even take us to a handful of places outside the usual tourist path.  It was an exquisite treat to hear first hand accounts of the communist era, as well as second hand stories from the various wars of the 20th century.

Yano and I are big fans of couch surfing, mostly because of the rare opportunities to peek into the lives of locals the world over.  Even though today, there’s almost nothing that can’t be surmised from a cursory view at wikipedia and google images, couchsurfing offers something that hotel traveling cannot.

It is something to read about life behind the Iron Curtain, it is quite another to see the twinkle in Peter’s eyes as he recounts the first time he went to Vienna, just a few kilometers away, but on the

other side of the curtain.  He told us about the bright colorful displays in shops with a variety of items, to contrast with grey colored shops with nothing but two types of soaps in Bratislava.

It was quite fascinating to hear about vacations to Yugoslavia, which was even poorer, and having lines of people stand behind their car every time they opened their car trunk, because folks thought it was an ad-hoc black market.

All in all we had a wonderful time with our hosts, and were sad to continue our journey back into Austria to visit one of Yano’s schoolmates in St. Polten.  But alas, that is also another adventure in our rear view mirror, and we’re on a train to Budapest, Hungary, where rumor has it, there is a plethora of Indian restaurants.  My diet officially starts tomorrow…

Ok, that’s better than “I am a Weiner”, which may be more apropos to Vienna but far more risible…

I think most of what we call cultural differences can be summarized in differences in communication styles.  I seem to frequently trip over them as I cross cultural divides, both in my personal and professional lives.

Today we crossed over to Austria in search for hidden Mozart treasures in Vienna.  On the train ride over we met a young Spanish couple thoroughly confused at the Czech-English instructions being doled out by the attendants.  After the usual “where have you been and where are you going” we decided to tag along since they had a better thought out plan with regards to accomodation.  The clever reader may infer “cheaper price per night” and would stand uncorrected :).

We arrived in Vienna, and after much fumbling about, arrived a few stops outside the city center.  Our new found friends had reserved an actual hotel room for 40 euros, which clearly beat our 40 euros for a hostel (and this with breakfast included!).

I asked for a room, and the clerk said 90 euros.  I looked back puzzled and inquired as to why my friends had booked for only 40 euros.  He said, “internet booking 40 euros.  Here 90 euros”.  Trying to be clever, I replied… “do you have wifi?”.  “Yes, here is wifi password.”  “Can I book online?”.  “Yes, here is site to get cheaper price”.

Unfortunately everything was booked, and Yano was upset as to why we couldn’t get the cheaper price.  So we looked around on google maps and decided to meander over to the city center and at least get something more centric.  Right before leaving, I politely asked the gentleman “I can’t find the cheaper price on the internet.  Can you help me?”  He browsed the aforementioned website for a while and replied “Oh, I see.  Internet booking all booked up.  Sorry.”.

All of a sudden I clicked my German communication translator and decided to give it one more try… “Would it be possible to get your internet price but book in person?”.  He stared back nonchalantly and replied “of course, no problem.  That will be 40 euros.”

It may seem funny, but I still get tripped when dealing with eastern European engineers, because I feel I haven’t perfected the art of asking the right questions in a language that is equally understandable to both parties.  You see, it’s not that the man was being difficult, it’s that I clearly didn’t know how to ask the right questions.  I’ve been bitten (no pun intended) by this many times, and I’ve obviously not gotten the hang of it.  But at least now I try not to get frustrated, cause I know it’s mostly my fault.

And in the Germans’ defense, they’re not alone on this.  There’s an entire profession of people that think and communicate similarly… they’re called engineers (and all of their affiliates) :-).

Sorry for the silence and the unentertaining posts so far. I’m pretending I have a job for an entire week, and my boss (who I’d never met before) is here. I’m drinking lots of coffee not to fall asleep during meetings. So far, so good…

Luckily, rms of emacs and GNU fame showed up and gave his usual “free as in freedom” speech. He’s always entertaining on his own right, and I managed to corner him to fondle his beard and strike a pose.

But seriously… I do like to poke fun at rms, but I do owe him a debt of gratitude.  For those of you unfamiliar with Richard Stallman (or rms as he’s called among us geeks), rms has been a pivotal figure in the computing industry since the 1970’s.  His free software movement has been the basis of software the world over. The tools used to write the software in your iPhone and iPad, as well as the software running in satellites, not to mention web servers, and pretty much everything else, are in part possible by a revolution he started in the mid 80’s, and to which I have devoted my entire programming career. Part of the reason software is so prevalent and inexpensive today is due not in small part to a life of sacrifice in the pursuit of freedom.

In the early 1990’s, a young pimple faced boy from Mayaguez, Puerto Rico was welcomed by rms into his MIT office as an equal. He took the time to encourage me into a life writing free software, which in his opinion, was the only ethical way of marshaling one’s creative forces. I was amazed at his candor and his willingness to dedicate such a large portion of his time to let me sit around his office for hours, and ask him a barrage of questions, while offering the occasional advice. He followed through with me for years, through random projects, until I took the job I hold today, writing unencumbered software that is ethically aligned with what inspired me decades ago.

This year, Red Hat achieved $1 billion dollars in revenue in one year, while selling freely licensed software, and it all started with a hard headed idea of taking fate into your own hands, and not bending to the will of software companies restricting your freedoms.

Here’s to freedom!

p.s. This is the view across the street from the meetings…