Sometime ago, I had the opportunity to meet in person a very well know scientist-writer. He always wrote about very polemic subjects but he was convinced of his concepts and was considered an eminence in his time.
For many years he was able to endure the attacks and criticism of his fellow scientists who were more comfortable with the old theories. He could most times provide good evidence of his own models.
But he started a family and the economic pressures began to emerge. So, he had to start searching for new work opportunities and his life took a 180° turn.
When he was not so “famous” anymore, and he had to abide under the rules of the scientific community (see how I didn´t say under the laws of science) He was politely asked to “rephrase” some of his arguments and personal views in his books, since they “were not in line with the general scientific view”. Continue reading →
Last time I was there I was feeling sad and tired. The field looked at that time dry and colourless. The weather was fine but I felt it cold and asphyxiating. I had lost an aunt who had been as my second mother all my life and from that moment on, life would be very different to what I thought it would be my reality for ever.
A photograph captured that moment. I never dared to see that photo again so it remain for many years hidden in a box.
The image of that field never changed. In my memories it was dry, cold and gloomy. I had never returned to visit that place in all these years. Continue reading →
I was watching a video of my daughter dancing, in my opinion, (and I must say that I am not the typical father who sees everything his children do as marvellous and perfect), she did a very good job, but for her, she danced terribly, I tried to see the terrible parts in it, to comment with her what should be improved, but it was not as bad as she saw herself.
That reminded me when I was her age I used to see the videos of my tournaments and I was extremely critic of myself. My teachers were happy with my improvements, but to my eyes I was really lousy and clumsy in my movements. Maybe it was the little critic we all have inside? Continue reading →