E 'started the festival of science and like every year I find myself wandering blissfully stoned, for my city. Rebound from one conference to another, having lost track of volunteer time and space and the feelings of hunger and sleep, confused and happy, or confused by the gravitational waves from string theory, delighted to be able to listen in total freedom, Nobel prize winners who come to my town to talk about their discoveries, the whole world recognizes him.
understand little about the physical and biological theories, but very dream with open eyes. Arrival fied by the office, are 19.00 and take place at the conference and this neuro-British scientist tells me about the brain, would already be hard to understand it in Italian and in addition have an empty stomach but it is a wonder, a bit 'like a father who tells fairy tales to his son for him to sleep: Mr. Douglas Fields speaks to me of glial cells brain and I make a fantastic journey in our minds and think of the extraordinary nature of this human "machine", so intelligent and with such self-awareness , which tries to understand herself. The human brain, as it fixes it, as you keep active. The complexities are flung open before me as the trap door of a floor and I fall in almost impenetrable darkness of things I do not know and I want to tell me.
I'm sitting, I turn a quarter and I see him every year I find him here at the festival. A mustachioed little man, bearded and scruffy, dry. With a jacket over her in 3 sizes, which makes him at home. All wrinkled. Always carry some plastic bags, "tired" like him. 2 color pants from the waist down to his shoes, gradually changing, I do not know for what reason, maybe acid rain. If I saw stopped in the street, it would be a bum, but also a genius here may look desperate, unknown to the world.
understand little about the physical and biological theories, but very dream with open eyes. Arrival fied by the office, are 19.00 and take place at the conference and this neuro-British scientist tells me about the brain, would already be hard to understand it in Italian and in addition have an empty stomach but it is a wonder, a bit 'like a father who tells fairy tales to his son for him to sleep: Mr. Douglas Fields speaks to me of glial cells brain and I make a fantastic journey in our minds and think of the extraordinary nature of this human "machine", so intelligent and with such self-awareness , which tries to understand herself. The human brain, as it fixes it, as you keep active. The complexities are flung open before me as the trap door of a floor and I fall in almost impenetrable darkness of things I do not know and I want to tell me.
I'm sitting, I turn a quarter and I see him every year I find him here at the festival. A mustachioed little man, bearded and scruffy, dry. With a jacket over her in 3 sizes, which makes him at home. All wrinkled. Always carry some plastic bags, "tired" like him. 2 color pants from the waist down to his shoes, gradually changing, I do not know for what reason, maybe acid rain. If I saw stopped in the street, it would be a bum, but also a genius here may look desperate, unknown to the world.
