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“Say, you're not necessarily safer if you film everything, huh”
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“Really.” “When people know they're being filmed, they behave. Your mobile is a portable surveillance camera.”China
The busy intersection at the Lotus Flower Park in Shenzhen, where cameras recognize the faces of traffic offenders. There are cameras everywhere in China that recognize faces. Whoever commits an offense is noticed. Those cameras with #gezichtsherkenning already have spectacular results, which are widely measured in the state media. For example, in May a concert by a Hong Kong pop star, thanks to face recognition, a fugitive suspect was taken from an audience of 60,000 people. The man, fleeing from his creditors, used his brother's ID card to enter, but had not taken into account the latest technology.
The busy intersection at the Lotus Flower Park in Shenzhen, where cameras recognize the faces of traffic offenders. There are cameras everywhere in China that recognize faces. Whoever commits an offense is noticed. Those cameras with #gezichtsherkenning already have spectacular results, which are widely measured in the state media. For example, in May a concert by a Hong Kong pop star, thanks to face recognition, a fugitive suspect was taken from an audience of 60,000 people. The man, fleeing from his creditors, used his brother's ID card to enter, but had not taken into account the latest technology.
Maybe it's time to do the same in the Netherlands?
Column Ellen Deckwitz: Capture
My nephew (13) and I went climbing and so he turned up the whole living room to find his power bank. “Dude, we're going for sports, what the hell do you need such a bucket for?” , I sighed.
“For my mobile,” he snapped.
“You can also just take your charger with you, they do have electrical outlets there.”
“Soon I will be outside without power,” he bittered. Crunchy, I walked into the kitchen where my sister witness was also looking for the mess.
“He's addicted to social media,” I said.
“No,” my sister said, “he just wants to be able to take pictures and movies at all times. Then he feels safer on the street.”
I'll go back to the nephew.
“Say, you're not necessarily safer if you film everything, huh,” I said.
“Really,” he frowned as he tilted the newspaper tray upside down. “When people know they're being filmed, they behave. Your mobile is a portable surveillance camera.”
I wanted to do something against that, but because of all these news reports lately of teenagers stabbing each other, his film drive was also understandable. Eventually my nephew found the power bank and so we went on the road with only an hour and a half delay.
“Do you finally feel safe?” , I grumbled.
“Yes,” he gundered, clamped the phone in his hand as if it were a taser. “If you can capture something, you have proof.”
While I was worried about the growing anxiety disorder next to me, a rainbow embankment appeared above us, one that looks like neon. I wanted to take a picture, but I found out I didn't have my phone with me. Triumphantly, the nephew snatched the scene.
“Fine, huh,” he said, “such a surveillance camera.”
“The smartphone: also for the registration of all your legal matters,” I said.
“Don't be silly, it's just nice to have it with me,” he said, “it's like with a van of pepper spray: you know that the chances of using it are very small, but you still feel a little more confident when you have it in your pocket.”
“So your mobile is a weapon?”
“In self-defense. Your phone is just a kind of shield, and then you can call it and on the Internet.”
And so we walked on, surrounded by a world that could be captured at any moment and thus constituted no threat to us, while above us the sky quietly faded.
Ellen Deckwitz
My nephew (13) and I went climbing and so he turned up the whole living room to find his power bank. “Dude, we're going for sports, what the hell do you need such a bucket for?” , I sighed.
“For my mobile,” he snapped.
“You can also just take your charger with you, they do have electrical outlets there.”
“Soon I will be outside without power,” he bittered. Crunchy, I walked into the kitchen where my sister witness was also looking for the mess.
“He's addicted to social media,” I said.
“No,” my sister said, “he just wants to be able to take pictures and movies at all times. Then he feels safer on the street.”
I'll go back to the nephew.
“Say, you're not necessarily safer if you film everything, huh,” I said.
“Really,” he frowned as he tilted the newspaper tray upside down. “When people know they're being filmed, they behave. Your mobile is a portable surveillance camera.”
I wanted to do something against that, but because of all these news reports lately of teenagers stabbing each other, his film drive was also understandable. Eventually my nephew found the power bank and so we went on the road with only an hour and a half delay.
“Do you finally feel safe?” , I grumbled.
“Yes,” he gundered, clamped the phone in his hand as if it were a taser. “If you can capture something, you have proof.”
While I was worried about the growing anxiety disorder next to me, a rainbow embankment appeared above us, one that looks like neon. I wanted to take a picture, but I found out I didn't have my phone with me. Triumphantly, the nephew snatched the scene.
“Fine, huh,” he said, “such a surveillance camera.”
“The smartphone: also for the registration of all your legal matters,” I said.
“Don't be silly, it's just nice to have it with me,” he said, “it's like with a van of pepper spray: you know that the chances of using it are very small, but you still feel a little more confident when you have it in your pocket.”
“So your mobile is a weapon?”
“In self-defense. Your phone is just a kind of shield, and then you can call it and on the Internet.”
And so we walked on, surrounded by a world that could be captured at any moment and thus constituted no threat to us, while above us the sky quietly faded.
Ellen Deckwitz
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