Within hours the entire village was calling me William Tell.
In the heart of Bucharest on the pavement outside a tall apartment building, a group of young women smoke, talk and laugh. Except that in the bright morning sunlight, their heavy makeup, sky-high heels and shiny, revealing clothes contrast with the sensible, summer dress of passers-by.
Inside the building, Studio 20 occupies the first and second floors.
I have a photo album on my bookshelf full of faces of people I know which I haven't opened since 1982 so why would I want their faces on my internet? I tried facebook to see what all the fuss was about and was only on there five minutes before some idiot poked me.
It is easy to be brave when you are on the internet.
Live Jasmin is the largest internet cam host in the world.
Between 35 and 40 million users visit it daily, and at any given moment, there are 2,000 models live online.
Forty rooms open off pristine, white corridors, their walls adorned with pictures of women in states of glamorous undress. Inside that room, a woman is live and direct via webcam with international clients – and as long as she is alone in the room, it is entirely legal. There is a wardrobe containing some of her clothes.
In this world of virtual relationships and cybersex, those in front of the camera are “models” and the men who watch are “members”. “I usually go for dresses, lingerie, or leather,” she says.
I don't yell out to everyone in the supermarket "I am buying oranges" so why would I want to do it on my internet?
When I was young, I lived in a small village where everybody knew each other and knew what everyone was up to.
These sites are the online equivalent of walking down the street, finding a rock shaped like a frog and holding it up in the air while yelling for all my neighbours to come out and tell me what they think of my frog shaped rock. Especially Mrs Carter in number three who leaves her bins out all week.