About&Contact
My name is Refik Hadzialic and I was born in Sarajevo, the capital of Bosnia and Herzegovina (one of former Yugoslav Republics) in 1984. My native language is Bosnian however I speak two foreign languages, English and German. During the war in Bosnia I have had lived in Germany. Three years ago (in 2004) I graduated at “Druga gimnazija”, a math high school in Sarajevo. Currently I am studying Computer science and Electrical and Electronic engineering, I am in the third year (I am a junior). I listen to rock, metal & punk, not that you care but just in case somebody wants to know it. In my free time I like to play tennis and football (European), what keeps me in shape as well. I am doing DSP (Digital Signal Processing) and RF (Radio Frequency or read just wireless) research, of course at home 
. I have a scholarship by a Czech company called Strom Telecom, thank you Strom for giving me a chance. I work in the Biomedical electronic industry, telecommunication industry as well (in both I develop stuff in VHDL on Xilinx’s FPGAs.) Mostly I use the Atmel AVR Microcontroller and Microchip PIC, simple but good enough for me, for DSP I use TI and Xilinx chips. I also love to code in Assembler and C and I am a happy MS and Linux user, I am a member of the Bosnian Linux User Group.
In case I forgot to tell you something or you want to ask me something here is the contact form, just fill it out. Thank you!
I would like to share with you my favorite poem as well
If by Rudyard Kipling
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build ‘em up with wornout tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on”;
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And - which is more - you’ll be a Man my son!