"20 minutes only and Deirdre would reach home" …
Enough to read Giorgio’s mail so Massimo pushed the get mail button with L3 enforced. He was more than eager to know what the heck was going on in 256 CE Britannia.
L3. His mentor had adviced 7 customized data exchange security levels. L3 was their daily common use.
A light whisper dispersed in the classroom.
"A blessing for small companies since leased non-Internet lines are expensive and a VPN is sophisticated enough to allow not only data encryption (the iron pipe) but also authentication - as if a personal smart card were requested at both ends of a telephone conversation."
A malicious student, his head totally shaved, raised his massive tattooed arm and asked:
Massimo: "A VPN tunnel like this (a IPSec one would be different) is adequate to keep most morons off", which was said by Massimo while allusively looking at THAT tattooed imbecile directly in the eyes.
The classroom roared with laughter.
Massimo hated these methods but Luca - a jackass with some charisma disturbing his classes since the beginning - had to be given a lesson or his IT class would go down the drain.
'Get Mail!'. For inexplicable reasons this not pro proof Livello 3 made Massimo nervous this time. He drove away such feeling with impatience.
Giorgio's anonymized e-mail appeared on the Linux screen.
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Qui devo mettere una ridicola danza. con ridicola filastrocca. E musica. Pavlos ha con se una lira, le siriane due flauti e si esibiscono in danze lascive. Le ragazze danzano ma più compostamente.
Chaerie, Geraldine, Jenny and other women of the group, their sturdy beauty glowing, furono attratte da una vecchia signora circondata che stava come su una sedia d'onore ed era attorniata dai suoi servi. Molto vecchia, germanica, i suoi gioielli cc.
Sono tutti pitagorici. A Roma erano allievi di un pitagorico. Giamblico è il loro testo. Due monaci neri nascosti tra la folla li guardano con odio ... il pubblico è sia pagano che cristiano.
After laughing and dancing with one another - the peasants who first didn't dare to join them, social distance you know ma poi; as a side note, this dancing aberration ... but let's not digress - they started a night-long conversation over Homeric pots of beer and what is left from Greek Pavlos' retsina.
Massimo ha un dubbio. Perché il suo mentor ... aberrazione della musca e danza ... invece, se lui ha ben capito ... essendo pitagorici ...
By the way, also the two Syrian courtesans are with them (their intellectual stature is remarkable, together with their loose behaviour) plus a pictus from a strange island in the Dalriada kingdom of the west-North area of Britannia, today's Scotland.
The girls from the group who had accepted the Syrian women because of their intelligence had instead refused "this savage to accompany with us!" but MacBin (I so translate his unpronounceable name) proved to be such an interesting plus Pavlos' charm did the rest.
Among laughter and fun reconstructions and flashbacks emerged which allow me to summarize what happened to the bunch and why they now are in this place."
Enough to read Giorgio’s mail so Massimo pushed the get mail button with L3 enforced. He was more than eager to know what the heck was going on in 256 CE Britannia.
L3. His mentor had adviced 7 customized data exchange security levels. L3 was their daily common use.
"Just for fun" Giorgio once told Massimo " since who is interested in sniffing our data packets let's face it."Email L3 implied a VPN encrypted tunnel (like a metal pipe across the Internet) up to a remailer (anonEmail for ex., to anonymize the sender). The mail was then resent in tunnel mode again up to the recipient (Massimo in this case).
"Virtual Private Network (VPN) connections - Massimo was thus lecturing his students 2 weeks earlier - are cheap private secure links between remote locations smart enough to remain secure while utilizing public insecure Internet. Thence the attributive 'virtual private'."
A light whisper dispersed in the classroom.
"A blessing for small companies since leased non-Internet lines are expensive and a VPN is sophisticated enough to allow not only data encryption (the iron pipe) but also authentication - as if a personal smart card were requested at both ends of a telephone conversation."
A malicious student, his head totally shaved, raised his massive tattooed arm and asked:
"The iron pipe ... how long it takes to hack it."
Massimo: "A VPN tunnel like this (a IPSec one would be different) is adequate to keep most morons off", which was said by Massimo while allusively looking at THAT tattooed imbecile directly in the eyes.
The classroom roared with laughter.
Massimo hated these methods but Luca - a jackass with some charisma disturbing his classes since the beginning - had to be given a lesson or his IT class would go down the drain.
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'Get Mail!'. For inexplicable reasons this not pro proof Livello 3 made Massimo nervous this time. He drove away such feeling with impatience.
Giorgio's anonymized e-mail appeared on the Linux screen.
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Qui devo mettere una ridicola danza. con ridicola filastrocca. E musica. Pavlos ha con se una lira, le siriane due flauti e si esibiscono in danze lascive. Le ragazze danzano ma più compostamente.
Chaerie, Geraldine, Jenny and other women of the group, their sturdy beauty glowing, furono attratte da una vecchia signora circondata che stava come su una sedia d'onore ed era attorniata dai suoi servi. Molto vecchia, germanica, i suoi gioielli cc.
Sono tutti pitagorici. A Roma erano allievi di un pitagorico. Giamblico è il loro testo. Due monaci neri nascosti tra la folla li guardano con odio ... il pubblico è sia pagano che cristiano.
After laughing and dancing with one another - the peasants who first didn't dare to join them, social distance you know ma poi; as a side note, this dancing aberration ... but let's not digress - they started a night-long conversation over Homeric pots of beer and what is left from Greek Pavlos' retsina.
Massimo ha un dubbio. Perché il suo mentor ... aberrazione della musca e danza ... invece, se lui ha ben capito ... essendo pitagorici ...
By the way, also the two Syrian courtesans are with them (their intellectual stature is remarkable, together with their loose behaviour) plus a pictus from a strange island in the Dalriada kingdom of the west-North area of Britannia, today's Scotland.
The girls from the group who had accepted the Syrian women because of their intelligence had instead refused "this savage to accompany with us!" but MacBin (I so translate his unpronounceable name) proved to be such an interesting plus Pavlos' charm did the rest.
Among laughter and fun reconstructions and flashbacks emerged which allow me to summarize what happened to the bunch and why they now are in this place."
A distressing journey
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