Security Tales: Genie and Biometrics
Vladimir Bezmaly | 06.03.2017
The road through the desert is long. The white sun burns the sand. But we must go. A small caravan carries spices and paints to the glorious city of Baghdad. It's a long way to go. Everyone is tired. But evening comes and finally you can rest. After dinner, sit by the fire and listen to Uncle Yusuf's tales. Little Said has been waiting for this time all day. But finally dinner is eaten, coffee is drunk. It's time to listen.
- Uncle Yusuf, Uncle Yusuf, tell us a story today? Please!
- Good. Sit down and listen!
in the glorious city of Basra, there lived little Ali. He usa whatsapp data very poorly, collected brushwood, sold water at the market and generally worked as best he could.
One day he went out of town and found an old, old copper cezve in the sand. He looked at it and saw that it was still completely intact, only very sooty. Ali decided to wipe it and sell it. Maybe he could earn enough for a flatbread.
But as soon as he began to wipe it off, smoke began to pour out and a huge genie appeared in front of Ali.
- Who are you?
- I am a slave of this vessel! I can build a city, I can demolish a city. What do you command?
- I am just a little boy. If someone sees this vessel in my hands, he will take this cezve away from me. How can I keep it?
- Easy! Now you will take sand and water and clean it until it shines like a mirror. Especially the bottom. It will be an ordinary cezve, only the coffee in it will always be very tasty. But if you need me, you must first look into the bottom of this cezve and see yourself in it, and only after that touch it with your bare fingers and rub it lightly. Only then will I appear. But remember! The cezve must always shine like a mirror.