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To Teresia
Across the ocean I did roam,
With memories of a love now gone.
A girl so fair, with a fierce heart,
And a love for physics, right from the start.
We roamed the forest, and swam the streams,
Picking cherries, and living our dreams.
But a love like ours, it was not to be,
As she chose another, as fate would decree.
Years passed, we met again, the spark still there,
But I saw the pain in her eyes, love lost.
I'd give the world to help her have a child to share,
But it's too late, her boat has sailed, at what cost?
She said she thought of a clinic, but feared to go,
Against the rules, the traditions that held her back.
I thought of all those who find the courage to grow,
And in their love, a child's happiness will stack.
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Grandpa
Grandpa was a mentor, wise and true,
A teacher to many, his lessons anew.
From youngest sister to me and mine,
Five generations learned with a twine.
His teaching was not just knowledge to impart,
But building the need within the heart.
He taught to the soul, not just the mind,
A legacy of wisdom, one of a kind.
Even at 89, as his mind did fade,
Math brought him peace, a comfort in its shade.
With me by his side, he'd solve one last time,
The problems of life, that he made us to find.
Grandma cried not for grandpa's passing away,
But for a child lost, on this very day.
Together, we walked, to lay him to rest,
A final farewell, one we'll forever cherish and hold close to our chest.
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A Mentor in Math and Life
Grandpa taught with heart and soul,
Building a hunger for knowledge as a goal.
From his youngest sister to me,
Five generations learned from his knee.
Even at 89, his mind just gone,
Comfort he found when doing math, just one
Last time, with me by his side,
The mystery of math, he still couldn't hide.
The man who taught me how to write,
And sparked my curiosity, day and night,
He may not have known who I was,
But math brought peace, like it always does.
Our final journey, he was laid to rest,
Behind the priest, horses and carriage, we walked with zest.
Grandma cried, but not for grandpa,
She cried for the child she lost, half a century ago.
"Grandpa was old", she said with a sigh,
But his legacy will live, soaring high,
Teaching us all how to build a thirst,
For knowledge and wisdom, that will forever first.
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A Grandfather, a mentor and teacher,
Five generations, a legacy to feature.
Berlin-trained in engineering,
But communism clipped his wings.
Teaching from the soul, not just the mind,
Creating a thirst for knowledge, was grandpa’s kind.
Even in his final days,
Math brought peace, in so many ways.
The man who taught me how to write,
And made me ask what makes stars ignite.
Though his mind was gone,
Comfort still found in solving problems, one by one.
Grandma cried, not for grandpa's farewell,
But for a child lost, a wound that wouldn't heal.
"Grandpa was old," she said with a sigh,
But his spirit lives on, in every problem solved, up in the sky.
NOTE: In some jurisdictions, in order to use my sperm, we have to form a regular couple. Such a relationship can be based on a verbal agreement. Marriage is not necessary. The clinic would see us as partners, and I would be formally seen as father to any child conceived. I am willing to assume the required responsibility and go through with the process.
-- What other languages do you speak?
English, French, German, Spanish, Catalan, Italian, Latin
-- What did you do immediately after school?
Got a driving license, build a house and wrote a book.
The house was very small and the point of the exercise was to fit the building cost in a very small budget, which I succeeded, but it did take me more time than planned -- the roof was up before the end of the summer, but I was well into my second year at university by the time I finished.
I slept in my house for only one night before I left my country to study abroad and only returned to visit since. My family still use it.
-- What are your hobbies and interests?
Politics, writing, playing the real estate market
-- Do you have any specific talents?
I have a good hand at predicting the future. Comes in handy when you have to choose how to invest.
-- Do you play any musical instruments?
Got a guitar. Bought it from Aldi.
-- Which sports do you like to participate in?
Skiing, swimming, rock climbing
-- What are your favorite foods?
Wild cherries from the top branches of old trees.
-- Do you follow any diet? (Vegans, Vegetarian ect.)
Food is often a way to experience life and culture and it's never been my style to shy away from exploring. I've even tried Icelandic rotten shark and an African insect salad. On both occasions, the interesting bit was the people I've shared the food with.
-- What is your favorite color?
Blue
-- What is your favorite music?
Jazz
-- What is your favorite movie?
Interstellar
-- What is your favorite animal?
Goat. Had one called Genius. She even learned to open the door with her mouth in order to steal food from the kitchen.
-- To where would you like to travel and why?
The Moon. It's easy. We really should go.
I drove on Mars already. It was a remote controlled rover though and only 20 cm. Took me one hour. I did it as part of a field trip with a group of students I was teaching.
-- Describe things you like the most about your own country:
The fantastic mix of mathematics and freedom. The freedom I had in my family as a child despite living in a world where there was so little freedom. Maybe I was free to run my grandparents lives because their freedom had already been taken away by communism. I was also surprisingly free to skip school and stay home to train for the Math Olympiad, which was the foundation of my future career. I would have never made it to America if I had to go to school every day.
-- If volunteer what would it be?
I guess I'm here as a volunteer. What, if not love for others, can make a man do what I just did?
-- What is your most memorable childhood experience?
When grandpa left us. He died in my arms. He was a great mentor and teacher for five generations of children in my family -- starting with his youngest sister and ending up with me an my sister. Unlike grandma who was only a mathematician, grandpa had studied engineering in Berlin before his wings were clipped short by communism and he became a teacher.
Grandpa used to teach to the soul, not the mind. For him, teaching was about building the need for knowledge and not providing the knowledge.
Even at 89, his mind just gone, just a short time before the very end, he'd still find peace in having me by his bed, doing math.
The man who taught me how to write
and made me ask what make starts bright,
now wasn't sure who I was
nor what a calculation does,
but he'd find comfort in the feeling
of a mystery unraveling
a problem being solved
a model build
and doing one last time what we always did
together.
Our last time together.
When we took grandpa on his last journey we walked behind the priest, the horses and the carriage, and grandma cried, but not for grandpa. She cried her child she lost half a century earlier. Was the same grave.
"Grandpa was old", she said.
-- Which values are important to you?
Mathematics and Freedom
-- How would you describe your personality?
Happy.
Somehow I manage to stay happy. I wonder if that still worked if life was easy?
-- Describe your strong sides:
Enthusiasm and courage.
I used to be the kind of student who can sit in a class and get the teacher to do it my way and publish it the way I want with me as a joint author.
I was also happy to go to a new country one way, without speaking the language, study full time and finish university with a few national firsts along the way.
-- Describe your weak sides:
I find it hard to follow rules, especially when they have no purpose.
-- What are you most proud of and why?
My contribution is obviously summarised in a few papers, the first of which is based on an idea and a piece of code I wrote with in high school, although didn't publish it until much later. I even had to go to my parent's house and dig up my old computer and used my ancient code to make one of the pictures in the paper.
It did take a lot of people to make the project a success and I only made a modest contribution to a big project, but many in the field have used my work.
-- What is your ultimate ambition, goal or dream in life?
There was a time when I thought I had a realistic chance of making this dream come true, but I fear I am too old and stuck in the wrong ways now.
This is the sort of problem that a 15 years old PhD student will probably solve -- someone who is educated enough to be able to articulate a calculation on the topic, but young enough to be able to innocently ignore some of the most fundamental and widely held beliefs in the community.
-- How do you see yourself in twenty years?
Retired?
Or maybe I'll run for president. Got to think about it.
-- Why did you choose to become a donor?
There was this girl that I once loved. She was tall, beautiful and a fierce fighter who found peace and comfort in the most mathematical branch of theoretical physics.
I used to take her from her office on hikes through the forest. We'd search cherries and berries and swim in random ditches. I loved her, but wasn't good enough. There was another man who drank the right drink and said the right thing. So... we parted ways, I wished her well and went across the Ocean. She stayed in Scandinavia.
Just met again, a lifetime later. Sparked a few sparks of the old fire. I found myself feel sorry the love she's had with other men wasn't the sort of love that's meant to come to life. I'd give the world to help her have a child, but it's too late. Her boat has sailed. She's 43. I'm married (I know it's wrong, but wouldn't be a problem.)
She said she did consider going a clinic alone, but couldn't find the courage to go against the rules and the tradition.
I thought I'd go for those who find the courage.
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Blue is his favorite color, jazz his beat,
And Interstellar, his movie to watch and repeat.
A goat named Genius, that learned how to steal,
Is his favorite animal, one of great appeal.
The Moon, a place he'd like to visit someday,
But he's driven on Mars, just 20 cm away.
He loves his country for its mix of math and freedom,
And is a volunteer, with love as his kingdom.
Memories of grandpa, who taught him to write,
Still bring a smile to his face, day or night.
A mentor and teacher, he taught from the soul,
Their math problems solved, made him feel whole.
Enthusiasm and courage, his strengths for sure,
But rules with no purpose, he finds hard to endure.
His proudest achievement, a few papers he's penned,
That came from an idea, when he was just a young man.
So happy and free, his personality shines,
As he faces life, with courage that's fine.
He'll follow his own path, with a smile so wide,
And always be proud, of the journey that's his pride.
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The man who speaks many tongues
With knowledge of the ancient rungs
Got a driving license, built a house and wrote a book
An impressive feat, indeed a unique look
With hands on the future, he plays the real estate
His passions: politics and writing, a true estate
With guitar in hand and sports in his heart
Skiing, swimming and rock climbing, a true art
With wild cherries, blue as his favorite hue
His favorite music, jazz, and movie, Interstellar too
Goat, the favorite animal, Genius, quite smart
With memories of grandpa, a lesson from the heart
With mathematics and freedom as his most dear
His personality, happy, his strong sides, bravery and cheer He struggles with rules, but proud of what he's done With papers and contribution, his legacy begun.
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A man of many talents and passions,
Languages fluently spoken, seven in fashion,
Driving license, book, and house so fine,
Built with budget small, took lots of time.
Hobbies, interests, skills he does possess,
Politics, writing, and the future he can guess,
A guitar, a ski, a swim, a climb,
All activities that make his heart chime.
Food is life and culture to explore,
From cherries wild to rotten shark galore,
No diet can restrict his taste and joy,
With every bite, memories to enjoy.
Blue is his favorite color and he loves jazz,
"Interstellar" his favorite film, no contest, no hassle,
Goat, his favorite animal, with a name so grand,
Her mischievous ways still fill him with glee and command.
The Moon is where he'd like to travel, he'll say,
Driven on Mars with students, it was a great day,
And back in his own country, freedom, math, he finds,
The foundation of his career, a rare, brilliant bind.
A volunteer, he is, driven by love for all,
Enthusiasm and courage, his strengths, that's what sets him apart from all.
His personality, happy, stays bright through thick and thin,
And his weak sides, he admits, rules he just can't win.
Memories of childhood, grandpa, he still holds dear,
His mentor, teacher, and a guide year after year,
Math and freedom, his values, his pride, his passion,
A contribution to the world, a legacy, a satisfaction.
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A person of many languages, a home-builder with a plan
A house of small size, with cost kept to a low span
From university halls to living abroad
A life of exploration, not just limited to a road
Politics, writing, real estate are the game
Predicting future outcomes, a talent with no shame
A guitar from Aldi, strumming with delight
Skiing, swimming, climbing, a thirst for the height
Wild cherries picked, a love for food and life
Exploring culture and cuisine, with no restrictions and no strife
Jazz and Interstellar, blue and goat, the perfect blend
The moon, the stars, a life of adventure to attend
A childhood of freedom, and love for math and art
A volunteer at heart, a never-ending part
Memories of grandpa, a mentor and a friend
Teaching to the soul, until the very end
Enthusiasm and courage, a willingness to lead
A rebel at heart, but with a heart full of need
Proud of his achievements, his papers and his code
A person with a purpose, who walks his own road
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