Hossein Adib Ansari

Company Director | Engineer | Technician | Quality Tester | Marketing Advisor 

Hossein is born in the late winter year 1992. Few years after, Hossein discovers passion for general technology. 

Always keen to understand how "something" works, decides to inspect every electronical device available at home, sometime making them unusable anymore. "I just want to know what's inside and how it works."

 

Growing up, he decide to build his first computer in the running year 2002, doing it for family and friends too. 

It wasn't enough. More knowledge was needed. College wasn't enough. Graduated in Accademia Europea in Milano, he pursued his passion through online tips and tools helping him to find a decent job without success.

Italy couldn't offer the freedom and tools he needed. "I feel suffocated by this messed up bureaucracy" 

"Time to move" he says.

Emigrated to the United Kingdom in 2010, Hossein finds a local computer services business that helped him to learn the language, improve his skills and made him Head Technician managing a team of 10 skilled technicians, allowing him to have more time for his personal and skills growth.

 

In 2018 he decided to start his limited company, in order to provide excellence with passion, so everyone can appreciate how powerful nowadays tools can be. "I'm not going to be famous or powerful, I don't want that. I just want to help restore hope to the humanity, in a way or another."

                                                                                                                                                                             

Preferred poem

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on that sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.

...
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.