IT-stories. Part 1
Patricia, my loveTaipei; February 2004
For the past two years running, Mr.Tismer from Gainward (or "Mr. Twister" as we called him behind his back) has been regularly traveling to Moscow on business. A typically tedious German, but we actually believed that Gainward was a German company and that all the bugs and errors found in nVidia's references, famous remakes of the BIOS are all done in Germany. We proved wrong!
The headquarter is based right near Taipei, with all the engineering services of Gainward.
Patricia is in charge of Russia's market. She is as good as a Chinese princess with manners worth of a high-society lady, which is in fact very near to the truth.
Patricia Lee
She comes from a very rich Taiwanese family. Today, it's just a party on the occasion of opening another fashion night club where she is a co-owner, and at the end of the meeting we were granted an invitation to embark on her luxurious limo and urgently move to the club. Here we are - me, JP, and May.
May is Jean-Pierre's spouse with a thermonuclear engine running inside all the time. They are owners of the Taiwanese advertising agency ITmediagate, my true friends and good partners.
JP and May
The club is as fresh and new as from an advert. Those invited to the opening were friends, "promising contacts", and local celebrities to whom I am being introduced in turns.
- Are you an artist?
- No, I am a journalist from Russia.
- Wow! Great!
The tables are laid out in the recesses of the floor, and while maneuvering between the bar and your seat you are always risking to fall upon somebody's table and breaking the neck of some Taiwanese celebrity, sweeping all their Japanese feast off the table.
I had to confine myself with a bottle of sake which is a lethal dose for a common Chinese.
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Anyway, through regular training you can move the ceiling upwards. I remember when Tony (ABIT) and I during a party at Brown Sugar" tortured two bottles of Chivas Rigal to death, and Tony even didn't choke in the least. That was in September 2003, and the next day the regular Computex was to start. He lived in the middle of nowhere, but here the expo was nearby, and my hotel apartment with two huge rooms per person all just round the corner... Tony flatly refused to spend the night in my apartment and went away home at 1 a.m., but at 9 a.m. he was already back absolutely fresh at his ABIT expo stand.
Everybody is already used to Russians boozing at Carnegie`s until 5 a.m, which is impossible for a Chinese!
But anyway Tony ended up in that he was dismissed for an unknown reason. A world man he was.
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Patricia was the hostess of the ball, she welcomed guests, introduced to each other, showed them round their seats, helped in orders... well, I was unable to run after her at all. But being a true Chinese lady who was well aware of men's needs, she brought in a local TV announcer with a dollish face instead of herself.
We were listlessly discussing the meals, weather, and the club, and then the talk worn out. The people were perplexedly watching my complete lack of enthusiasm, not understanding much of that European who is unaware of the brilliant sun!
JP was winking at me, trying to encourage, but they took my Patricia away, so I was sadly chewing my crab sashimi... The young lady realized what the trouble was and quickly made off...
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