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Case 225: The Three Most Terrifying Words

Post Syndicated from The Codeless Code original http://thecodelesscode.com/case/225

The nun Hwídah was eating lunch with her clan when a
senior monk approached, seeking her aid with a production issue.
Not wishing to disturb the others, the senior monk bent down
to whisper in Hwídah’s ear.

“Ah,” said Hwídah, rising from the table.
“The three most terrifying words.”
Immediately she departed with the senior monk.

A novice who witnessed this exchange happened upon
the senior monk that evening. The novice asked,
“What were those ‘three most terrifying words’?”

The senior monk replied, “Possible race condition.”

The novice thought a moment and said brightly,
“Tell Hwídah that those cannot be
the ‘three most terrifying words’,
for the words ‘Definite race condition’
would be even more terrifying!”

The senior monk laughed and continued on his way.

- - -

That night the novice fell into long, terrible nightmares
from which he was unable to wake. After what seemed like an
eternity he came to his senses, twisted up inside his own

Tossing off the mangled covers, the novice found himself
alone in the middle of a featureless desert.
An empty sedative bottle lay on the sand nearby.
Tied to it was a tightly-folded map of the whole world:
all its continents and its mountains and its many, many deserts.

Inside one desert was a tiny red dot, pointed to by a tiny
red arrow, next to which was some tiny red text in Hwídah’s
handwriting which read, “Possibly your location”.

On journeys

Post Syndicated from Michal Zalewski original http://lcamtuf.blogspot.com/2015/03/on-journeys.html

– 1 –

Poland is an ancient country whose history is deeply intertwined with that of the western civilization. In its glory days, the Polish-Lithuanian Commonwealth sprawled across vast expanses of land in central Europe, from Black Sea to Baltic Sea. But over the past two centuries, it suffered a series of military defeats and political partitions at the hands of its closest neighbors: Russia, Austria, Prussia, and – later – Germany.

After more than a hundred years of foreign rule, Poland re-emerged as an independent state in 1918, only to face the armies of Nazi Germany at the onset of World War II. With Poland’s European allies reneging on their earlier military guarantees, the fierce fighting left the country in ruins. Some six million people have died within its borders – more than ten times the death toll in France or in the UK. Warsaw was reduced to a sea of rubble, with perhaps one in ten buildings still standing by the end of the war.

With the collapse of the Third Reich, Franklin D. Roosevelt, Winston Churchill, and Joseph Stalin held a meeting in Yalta to decide the new order for war-torn Europe. At Stalin’s behest, Poland and its neighboring countries were placed under Soviet political and military control, forming what has become known as the Eastern Bloc.

Over the next several decades, the Soviet satellite states experienced widespread repression and economic decline. But weakened by the expense of the Cold War, the communist chokehold on the region eventually began to wane. In Poland, even the introduction of martial law in 1981 could not put an end to sweeping labor unrest. Narrowly dodging the specter of Soviet intervention, the country regained its independence in 1989 and elected its first democratic government; many other Eastern Bloc countries soon followed suit.

Ever since then, Poland has enjoyed a period of unprecedented growth and has emerged as one of the more robust capitalist democracies in the region. In just two decades, it shed many of its backwardly, state-run heavy industries and adopted a modern, service-oriented economy. But the effects of the devastating war and the lost decades under communist rule still linger on – whether you look at the country’s infrastructure, at its socrealist cityscapes, at its political traditions, or at the depressingly low median wage.

When thinking about the American involvement in the Cold War, people around the world may recall Vietnam, Bay of Pigs, or the proxy wars fought in the Middle East. But in Poland and many of its neighboring states, the picture you remember the most is the fall of the Berlin Wall.

– 2 –

I was born in Warsaw in the winter of 1981, at the onset of martial law, with armored vehicles rolling onto Polish streets. My mother, like many of her generation, moved to the capital in the sixties as a part of an effort to rebuild and repopulate the war-torn city. My grandma would tell eerie stories of Germans and Soviets marching through their home village somewhere in the west. I liked listening to the stories; almost every family in Poland had some to tell.

I did not get to know my father. I knew his name; he was a noted cinematographer who worked on big-ticket productions back in the day. He left my mother when I was very young and never showed interest in staying in touch. He had a wife and other children, so it might have been that.

Compared to him, mom hasn’t done well for herself. We ended up in social housing in one of the worst parts of the city, on the right bank of the Vistula river. My early memories from school are that of classmates sniffing glue from crumpled grocery bags. I remember my family waiting in lines for rationed toilet paper and meat. As a kid, you don’t think about it much.

The fall of communism came suddenly. I have a memory of grandma listening to broadcasts from Radio Free Europe, but I did not understand what they were all about. I remember my family cheering one afternoon, transfixed to a black-and-white TV screen. I recall my Russian language class morphing into English; I had my first taste of bananas and grapefruits. There is the image of the monument of Feliks Dzierżyński coming down. I remember being able to go to a better school on the other side of Warsaw – and getting mugged many times on the way.

The transformation brought great wealth to some, but many others have struggled to find their place in the fledgling and sometimes ruthless capitalist economy. Well-educated and well read, my mom ended up in the latter pack, at times barely making ends meet. I think she was in part a victim of circumstance, and in part a slave to way of thinking that did not permit the possibility of taking chances or pursuing happiness.

– 3 –

Mother always frowned upon popular culture, seeing it as unworthy of an educated mind. For a time, she insisted that I only listen to classical music. She angrily shunned video games, comic books, and cartoons. I think she perceived technology as trivia; the only field of science she held in high regard was abstract mathematics, perhaps for its detachment from the mundane world. She hoped that I would learn Latin, a language she could read and write; that I would practice drawing and painting; or that I would read more of the classics of modernist literature.

Of course, I did almost none of that. I hid my grunge rock tapes between Tchaikovsky, listened to the radio under the sheets, and watched the reruns of The A-Team while waiting for her to come back from work. I liked electronics and chemistry a lot more than math. And when I laid my hands on my first computer – an 8-bit relic of British engineering from 1982 – I soon knew that these machines, in their incredible complexity and flexibility, were what I wanted to spend my time on.

I suspected I could become a competent programmer, but never had enough faith in my skill. Yet, in learning about computers, I realized that I had a knack for understanding complex systems and poking holes in how they work. With a couple of friends, we joined the nascent information security community in Europe, comparing notes on mailing lists. Before long, we were taking on serious consulting projects for banks and the government – usually on weekends and after school, but sometimes skipping a class or two. Well, sometimes more than that.

All of the sudden, I was facing an odd choice. I could stop, stay in school and try to get a degree – going back every night to a cramped apartment, my mom sleeping on a folding bed in the kitchen, my personal space limited to a bare futon and a tiny desk. Or, I could seize the moment and try to make it on my own, without hoping that one day, my family would be able to give me a head start.

I moved out, dropped out of school, and took on a full-time job. It paid somewhere around $12,000 a year – a pittance anywhere west of the border, but a solid wage in Poland even today. Not much later, I was making two times as much, about the upper end of what one could hope for in this line of work. I promised myself to keep taking courses after hours, but I wasn’t good at sticking to the plan. I moved in with my girlfriend, and at the age of 19, I felt for the first time that things were going to be all right.

– 4 –

Growing up in Europe, you get used to the barrage of low-brow swipes taken at the United States. Your local news will never pass up the opportunity to snicker about the advances of creationism somewhere in Kentucky. You can stay tuned for a panel of experts telling you about the vastly inferior schools, the medieval justice system, and the striking social inequality on the other side of the pond. You don’t doubt their words – but deep down inside, no matter how smug the critics are, or how seemingly convincing their arguments, the American culture still draws you in.

My moment of truth came in the summer of 2000. A company from Boston asked me if I’d like to talk about a position on their research team; I looked at the five-digit figure and could not believe my luck. Moving to the US was an unreasonable risk for a kid who could barely speak English and had no safety net to fall back to. But that did not matter: I knew I had no prospects of financial independence in Poland – and besides, I simply needed to experience the New World through my own eyes.

Of course, even with a job offer in hand, getting into the United States is not an easy task. An engineering degree and a willing employer opens up a straightforward path; it is simple enough that some companies would abuse the process to source cheap labor for menial, low-level jobs. With a visa tied to the petitioning company, such captive employees could not seek better wages or more rewarding work.

But without a degree, the options shrink drastically. For me, the only route would be a seldom-granted visa reserved for extraordinary skill – meant for the recipients of the Nobel Prize and other folks who truly stand out in their field of expertise. The attorneys looked over my publication record, citations, and the supporting letters from other well-known people in the field. Especially given my age, they thought we had a good shot. A few stressful months later, it turned out that they were right.

On the week of my twentieth birthday, I packed two suitcases and boarded a plane to Boston. My girlfriend joined me, miraculously securing a scholarship at a local university to continue her physics degree; her father helped her with some of the costs. We had no idea what we were doing; we had perhaps few hundred bucks on us, enough to get us through the first couple of days. Four thousand miles away from our place of birth, we were starting a brand new life.

– 5 –

The cultural shock gets you, but not in the sense you imagine. You expect big contrasts, a single eye-opening day to remember for the rest of your life. But driving down a highway in the middle of a New England winter, I couldn’t believe how ordinary the world looked: just trees, boxy buildings, and pavements blanketed with dirty snow.

Instead of a moment of awe, you drown in a sea of small, inconsequential things, draining your energy and making you feel helpless and lost. It’s how you turn on the shower; it’s where you can find a grocery store; it’s what they meant by that incessant “paper or plastic” question at the checkout line. It’s how you get a mailbox key, how you make international calls, it’s how you pay your bills with a check. It’s the rules at the roundabout, it’s your social security number, it’s picking the right toll lane, it’s getting your laundry done. It’s setting up a dial-up account and finding the food you like in the sea of unfamiliar brands. It’s doing all this without Google Maps or a Facebook group to connect with other expats nearby.

The other thing you don’t expect is losing touch with your old friends; you can call or e-mail them every day, but your social frames of reference begin to drift apart, leaving less and less to talk about. The acquaintances you make in the office will probably never replace the folks you grew up with. We managed, but we weren’t prepared for that.

– 6 –

In the summer, we had friends from Poland staying over for a couple of weeks. By the end of their trip, they asked to visit New York City one more time; we liked the Big Apple, so we took them on a familiar ride down I-95. One of them went to see the top of World Trade Center; the rest of us just walked around, grabbing something to eat before we all headed back. A few days later, we were all standing in front of a TV, watching September 11 unfold in real time.

We felt horror and outrage. But when we roamed the unsettlingly quiet streets of Boston, greeted by flags and cardboard signs urging American drivers to honk, we understood that we were strangers a long way from home – and that our future in this country hanged in the balance more than we would have thought.

Permanent residency is a status that gives a foreigner the right to live in the US and do almost anything they please – change jobs, start a business, or live off one’s savings all the same. For many immigrants, the pursuit of this privilege can take a decade or more; for some others, it stays forever out of reach, forcing them to abandon the country in a matter of days as their visas expire or companies fold. With my O-1 visa, I always counted myself among the lucky ones. Sure, it tied me to an employer, but I figured that sorting it out wouldn’t be a big deal.

That proved to be a mistake. In the wake of 9/11, an agency known as Immigration and Naturalization Services was being dismantled and replaced by a division within the Department of Homeland Security. My own seemingly straightforward immigration petition ended up somewhere in the bureaucratic vacuum that formed in between the two administrative bodies. I waited patiently, watching the deepening market slump, and seeing my employer’s prospects get dimmer and dimmer every month. I was ready for the inevitable, with other offers in hand, prepared to make my move perhaps the very first moment I could. But the paperwork just would not come through. With the Boston office finally shutting down, we packed our bags and booked flights. We faced the painful admission that for three years, we chased nothing but a pipe dream. The only thing we had to show for it were two adopted cats, now sitting frightened somewhere in the cargo hold.

The now-worthless approval came through two months later; the lawyers, cheerful as ever, were happy to send me a scan. The hollowed-out remnants of my former employer were eventually bought by Symantec – the very place from where I had my backup offer in hand.

– 7 –

In a way, Europe’s obsession with America’s flaws made it easier to come home without ever explaining how the adventure really played out. When asked, I could just wing it: a mention of the death penalty or permissive gun laws would always get you a knowing nod, allowing the conversation to move on.

Playing to other people’s preconceptions takes little effort; lying to yourself calls for more skill. It doesn’t help that when you come back after three years away from home, you notice all the small annoyances that you used to simply tune out. Back then, Warsaw still had a run-down vibe: the dilapidated road from the airport; the drab buildings on the other side of the river; the uneven pavements littered with dog poop; the dirty walls at my mother’s place, with barely any space to turn. You can live with it, of course – but it’s a reminder that you settled for less, and it’s a sensation that follows you every step of the way.

But more than the sights, I couldn’t forgive myself something else: that I was coming back home with just loose change in my pocket. There are some things that a failed communist state won’t teach you, and personal finance is one of them; I always looked at money just as a reward for work, something you get to spend to brighten your day. The indulgences were never extravagant: perhaps I would take the cab more often, or have take-out every day. But no matter how much I made, I kept living paycheck-to-paycheck – the only way I knew, the way our family always did.

– 8 –

With a three-year stint in the US on your resume, you don’t have a hard time finding a job in Poland. You face the music in a different way. I ended up with a salary around a fourth of what I used to make in Massachusetts, but I simply decided not to think about it much. I wanted to settle down, work on interesting projects, marry my girlfriend, have a child. I started doing consulting work whenever I could, setting almost all the proceeds aside.

After four years with T-Mobile in Poland, I had enough saved to get us through a year or so – and in a way, it changed the way I looked at my work. Being able to take on ambitious challenges and learn new things started to matter more than jumping ships for a modest salary bump. Burned by the folly of pursuing riches in a foreign land, I put a premium on boring professional growth.

Comically, all this introspection made me realize that from where I stood, I had almost nowhere left to go. Sure, Poland had telcos, refineries, banks – but they all consumed the technologies developed elsewhere, shipped here in a shrink-wrapped box; as far as their IT went, you could hardly tell the companies apart. To be a part of the cutting edge, you had to pack your bags, book a flight, and take a jump into the unknown. I sure as heck wasn’t ready for that again.

And then, out of the blue, Google swooped in with an offer to work for them from the comfort of my home, dialing in for a videoconference every now and then. The starting pay was about the same, but I had no second thoughts. I didn’t say it out loud, but deep down inside, I already knew what needed to happen next.

– 9 –

We moved back to the US in 2009, two years after taking the job, already on the hook for a good chunk of Google’s product security and with the comfort of knowing where we stood. In a sense, my motive was petty: you could call it a desire to vindicate a failed adolescent dream. But in many other ways, I have grown fond of the country that shunned us once before; and I wanted our children to grow up without ever having to face the tough choices and the uncertain prospects I had to deal with in my earlier years.

This time, we knew exactly what to do: a quick stop at a grocery store on a way from the airport, followed by e-mail to our immigration folks to get the green card paperwork out the door. A bit more than half a decade later, we were standing in a theater in Campbell, reciting the Oath of Allegiance and clinging on to our new certificates of US citizenship.

The ceremony closed a long and interesting chapter in my life. But more importantly, standing in that hall with people from all over the globe made me realize that my story is not extraordinary; many of them had lived through experiences far more harrowing and captivating than mine. If anything, my tale is hard to tell apart from that of countless other immigrants from the former Eastern Bloc. By some estimates, in the US alone, the Polish diaspora is about 9 million strong.

I know that the Poland of today is not the Poland I grew up in. It’s not not even the Poland I came back to in 2003; the gap to Western Europe is shrinking every single year. But I am grateful to now live in a country that welcomes more immigrants than any other place on Earth – and at the end of their journey, makes many of them them feel at home. It also makes me realize how small and misguided must be the conversations we are having about immigration – not just here, but all over the developed world.

To explore other articles in this short series about Poland, click here. You can also directly proceed to the next entry here.

systemd for Administrators, Part XII

Post Syndicated from Lennart Poettering original http://0pointer.net/blog/projects/security.html

Here’s the twelfth installment

my ongoing series

Securing Your Services

One of the core features of Unix systems is the idea of privilege separation
between the different components of the OS. Many system services run under
their own user IDs thus limiting what they can do, and hence the impact they
may have on the OS in case they get exploited.

This kind of privilege separation only provides very basic protection
however, since in general system services run this way can still do at least as
much as a normal local users, though not as much as root. For security purposes
it is however very interesting to limit even further what services can do, and
shut them off a couple of things that normal users are allowed to do.

A great way to limit the impact of services is by employing MAC technologies
such as SELinux. If you are interested to secure down your server, running
SELinux is a very good idea. systemd enables developers and administrators to
apply additional restrictions to local services independently of a MAC. Thus,
regardless whether you are able to make use of SELinux you may still enforce
certain security limits on your services.

In this iteration of the series we want to focus on a couple of these
security features of systemd and how to make use of them in your services.
These features take advantage of a couple of Linux-specific technologies that have
been available in the kernel for a long time, but never have been exposed in a
widely usable fashion. These systemd features have been designed to be as easy to use
as possible, in order to make them attractive to administrators and upstream

  • Isolating services from the network
  • Service-private /tmp
  • Making directories appear read-only or inaccessible to services
  • Taking away capabilities from services
  • Disallowing forking, limiting file creation for services
  • Controlling device node access of services

All options described here are documented in systemd’s man pages, notably systemd.exec(5).
Please consult these man pages for further details.

All these options are available on all systemd systems, regardless if
SELinux or any other MAC is enabled, or not.

All these options are relatively cheap, so if in doubt use them. Even if you
might think that your service doesn’t write to /tmp and hence enabling
PrivateTmp=yes (as described below) might not be necessary, due to
today’s complex software it’s still beneficial to enable this feature, simply
because libraries you link to (and plug-ins to those libraries) which you do
not control might need temporary files after all. Example: you never know what
kind of NSS module your local installation has enabled, and what that NSS module
does with /tmp.

These options are hopefully interesting both for administrators to secure
their local systems, and for upstream developers to ship their services secure
by default. We strongly encourage upstream developers to consider using these
options by default in their upstream service units. They are very easy to make
use of and have major benefits for security.

Isolating Services from the Network

A very simple but powerful configuration option you may use in systemd
service definitions is PrivateNetwork=:


With this simple switch a service and all the processes it consists of are
entirely disconnected from any kind of networking. Network interfaces became
unavailable to the processes, the only one they’ll see is the loopback device
“lo”, but it is isolated from the real host loopback. This is a very powerful
protection from network attacks.

Caveat: Some services require the network to be operational. Of
course, nobody would consider using PrivateNetwork=yes on a
network-facing service such as Apache. However even for non-network-facing
services network support might be necessary and not always obvious. Example: if
the local system is configured for an LDAP-based user database doing glibc name
lookups with calls such as getpwnam() might end up resulting in network access.
That said, even in those cases it is more often than not OK to use
PrivateNetwork=yes since user IDs of system service users are required to
be resolvable even without any network around. That means as long as the only
user IDs your service needs to resolve are below the magic 1000 boundary using
PrivateNetwork=yes should be OK.

Internally, this feature makes use of network namespaces of the kernel. If
enabled a new network namespace is opened and only the loopback device
configured in it.

Service-Private /tmp

Another very simple but powerful configuration switch is


If enabled this option will ensure that the /tmp directory the
service will see is private and isolated from the host system’s /tmp.
/tmp traditionally has been a shared space for all local services and
users. Over the years it has been a major source of security problems for a
multitude of services. Symlink attacks and DoS vulnerabilities due to guessable
/tmp temporary files are common. By isolating the service’s
/tmp from the rest of the host, such vulnerabilities become moot.

For Fedora 17 a feature has
been accepted
in order to enable this option across a large number of

Caveat: Some services actually misuse /tmp as a location
for IPC sockets and other communication primitives, even though this is almost
always a vulnerability (simply because if you use it for communication you need
guessable names, and guessable names make your code vulnerable to DoS and symlink
attacks) and /run is the much safer replacement for this, simply
because it is not a location writable to unprivileged processes. For example,
X11 places it’s communication sockets below /tmp (which is actually
secure — though still not ideal — in this exception since it does so in a
safe subdirectory which is created at early boot.) Services which need to
communicate via such communication primitives in /tmp are no
candidates for PrivateTmp=. Thankfully these days only very few
services misusing /tmp like this remain.

Internally, this feature makes use of file system namespaces of the kernel.
If enabled a new file system namespace is opened inheritng most of the host
hierarchy with the exception of /tmp.

Making Directories Appear Read-Only or Inaccessible to Services

With the ReadOnlyDirectories= and InaccessibleDirectories=
options it is possible to make the specified directories inaccessible for
writing resp. both reading and writing to the service:


With these two configuration lines the whole tree below /home
becomes inaccessible to the service (i.e. the directory will appear empty and
with 000 access mode), and the tree below /var becomes read-only.

Caveat: Note that ReadOnlyDirectories= currently is not
recursively applied to submounts of the specified directories (i.e. mounts below
/var in the example above stay writable). This is likely to get fixed

Internally, this is also implemented based on file system namspaces.

Taking Away Capabilities From Services

Another very powerful security option in systemd is
CapabilityBoundingSet= which allows to limit in a relatively fine
grained fashion which kernel capabilities a service started retains:

CapabilityBoundingSet=CAP_CHOWN CAP_KILL

In the example above only the CAP_CHOWN and CAP_KILL capabilities are
retained by the service, and the service and any processes it might create have
no chance to ever acquire any other capabilities again, not even via setuid
binaries. The list of currently defined capabilities is available in capabilities(7).
Unfortunately some of the defined capabilities are overly generic (such as
CAP_SYS_ADMIN), however they are still a very useful tool, in particular for
services that otherwise run with full root privileges.

To identify precisely which capabilities are necessary for a service to run
cleanly is not always easy and requires a bit of testing. To simplify this
process a bit, it is possible to blacklist certain capabilities that are
definitely not needed instead of whitelisting all that might be needed. Example: the
CAP_SYS_PTRACE is a particularly powerful and security relevant capability
needed for the implementation of debuggers, since it allows introspecting and
manipulating any local process on the system. A service like Apache obviously
has no business in being a debugger for other processes, hence it is safe to
remove the capability from it:


The ~ character the value assignment here is prefixed with inverts
the meaning of the option: instead of listing all capabalities the service
will retain you may list the ones it will not retain.

Caveat: Some services might react confused if certain capabilities are
made unavailable to them. Thus when determining the right set of capabilities
to keep around you need to do this carefully, and it might be a good idea to talk
to the upstream maintainers since they should know best which operations a
service might need to run successfully.

Caveat 2: Capabilities are
not a magic wand.
You probably want to combine them and use them in
conjunction with other security options in order to make them truly useful.

To easily check which processes on your system retain which capabilities use
the pscap tool from the libcap-ng-utils package.

Making use of systemd’s CapabilityBoundingSet= option is often a
simple, discoverable and cheap replacement for patching all system daemons
individually to control the capability bounding set on their own.

Disallowing Forking, Limiting File Creation for Services

Resource Limits may be used to apply certain security limits on services
being run. Primarily, resource limits are useful for resource control (as the
name suggests…) not so much access control. However, two of them can be
useful to disable certain OS features: RLIMIT_NPROC and RLIMIT_FSIZE may be
used to disable forking and disable writing of any files with a size >


Note that this will work only if the service in question drops privileges
and runs under a (non-root) user ID of its own or drops the CAP_SYS_RESOURCE
capability, for example via CapabilityBoundingSet= as discussed above.
Without that a process could simply increase the resource limit again thus
voiding any effect.

Caveat: LimitFSIZE= is pretty brutal. If the service
attempts to write a file with a size > 0, it will immeidately be killed with
the SIGXFSZ which unless caught terminates the process. Also, creating files
with size 0 is still allowed, even if this option is used.

For more information on these and other resource limits, see setrlimit(2).

Controlling Device Node Access of Services

Devices nodes are an important interface to the kernel and its drivers.
Since drivers tend to get much less testing and security checking than the core
kernel they often are a major entry point for security hacks. systemd allows
you to control access to devices individually for each service:

DeviceAllow=/dev/null rw

This will limit access to /dev/null and only this device node,
disallowing access to any other device nodes.

The feature is implemented on top of the devices cgroup controller.

Other Options

Besides the easy to use options above there are a number of other security
relevant options available. However they usually require a bit of preparation
in the service itself and hence are probably primarily useful for upstream
developers. These options are RootDirectory= (to set up
chroot() environments for a service) as well as User= and
Group= to drop privileges to the specified user and group. These
options are particularly useful to greatly simplify writing daemons, where all
the complexities of securely dropping privileges can be left to systemd, and
kept out of the daemons themselves.

If you are wondering why these options are not enabled by default: some of
them simply break seamntics of traditional Unix, and to maintain compatibility
we cannot enable them by default. e.g. since traditional Unix enforced that
/tmp was a shared namespace, and processes could use it for IPC we
cannot just go and turn that off globally, just because /tmp‘s role in
IPC is now replaced by /run.

And that’s it for now. If you are working on unit files for upstream or in
your distribution, please consider using one or more of the options listed
above. If you service is secure by default by taking advantage of these options
this will help not only your users but also make the Internet a safer

India, 360 Degrees at a Time, Part Four

Post Syndicated from Lennart Poettering original http://0pointer.net/blog/photos/india-360-at-a-time-4.html

Here’s the fourth part of my ongoing series.

After Hampi we went to Bangalore to attend foss.in. (Fantastic conference, btw. The concerts at
the venue are unparalleled.) From there we flew up to Udaipur, in Rajasthan. Udaipur
is (among other things) famous for being the place where the central scenes of Octopussy were filmed.
Octopussy’s famous white palace is on Jagniwas Island in Lake Pichola:


This panorama was taken from another island in the lake, Jagmandir Island, which is visible in the following shot on the left:


Udaipur’s scenery, seen from the Maharaja’s City Palace down onto Pichola Lake:


That’s all for Udaipur, tomorrow I’ll post more panoramas, from other stops of our trip.