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Reactions to the U.S. Experience Since this was my first entry to the United States, many new impressions came to my mind. The script for this journey started at Washington D.C. airport in line with an expectant, vibrant crowd of non-US-citizens coming out of 747 Boeings arriving from the entire world. The mixture of nationalities trying their luck in America still displays an important aspect of this country and contributes essentially to its propulsive and competitive culture. New York appears to be the epicentre of this idea and it is difficult not get the impression that in this city, truly, anything is possible. Boston and Cambridge, divided by the Charles river, provide a unique, stimulating academic environment that attracts many international students and researchers. In my lab, most of the staff has been Asian and I experienced that the cultural differences we encountered have been quite prosperous in regard to a creative working atmosphere as well as to a personal development. |
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Difficulties Encountered I had the great luck of experiencing an outstanding friendliness and support in my lab. Since the very beginning, I have been integrated in all the ongoing projects and have had the chance to learn experimental procedures and techniques that were new to me. I experienced 'the law of the apprentice': that most of them have to fail in the beginning. However, I understood the enthrilling dynamics of research, which is comprised in a quite unstable and thinly drawn line between an inebriant enthusiasm and cataclysmal frustration. "The great tragedy of science - the slaying of a beautiful hypothesis by an ugly fact." - T.H. Huxley |
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humorous incident On a freezing february evening, entering the shuttle bus home as usual, a kid wouldn't stop staring at me, suddenly asking "are you Peter Parker ?". Taken by surprise, I hear myself saying 'yes', which made him look out of the bus window for the rest of the drive. When he had to exit with his mother, he turned again towards me, asking once more "are you REALLY Peter Parker?" I replied with low voice 'it's me- but you have to keep this a secret!'. Immediately he tapped the man in front of him- pointing at me "THIS IS PETER PARKER!". |
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