As I said earlier, it is three years since I wrote here. It seems I wrote a lot about nothing and then nothing about everything. A leaf meandering its way, riding on the gentle but bumpy stream, through the small crevices in the mountain suddenly gets caught in the downward rush of a flash flood. There is no consciousness of the events that happen during the flood. The flood is gone, the valley has stopped spinning around, and I am no longer a young ex-post-doc, but a PI! I am not longer a rudderless bachelor, but a mother! On both accounts a ‘responsible’ ‘mature’ individual. Must be. Yesterday were the final presentations of the coursework students, the coursework I have been coordinating for 3 years now. The students don’t realize it, but I was more nervous than them. A part of growing up; you start seeing political undercurrents that you were oblivious to before. As always there are people who are pro and anti to any change in the landscape. It was important, to me, that the studen...