which is a collection of memories of the best ever Summer School, which could be summarized by: food time - nap time - sauna time.
There were all the things I miss and love: the mathematical and papers and a group with which we talk and laugh, scouts and fire and chants and nature. The fun sound, with the breath.
Tampere
I started with no expectations, hating. A week among mathematicians, even in the north, to study things that I do not know, 8 hours, more discussion, exercises, final examination.
The trip started a day earlier at Tampere, each hostel or hotel in Turku or Helsinki was booked. In Tampere, there was Michael, a former student of my Supposed-to-be future Dutch speaker, I saw her once at a seminar. I decide to get off the plane first and get a train there. The Finnish campaign is remarkable, forests everywhere, two houses on the cross, as in the red wooden ikea poster. We
state subito bene, ci siamo scoperte in quel micro-mondo italo-polacco, che ostello bello (che città brutta invece, la periferia di una città russa).
Alla Summer School qualche professore dirà, 'ah, le italiane', siamo carine, sembriamo amiche da sempre, siamo italiane, figuriamo tutte e due come studentesse di Odo ad Utrecht, anche se entrambe abbiamo rifiutato questo dottorato.
Ci ridiamo su, e quando il primo giorno è il momento delle presentazioni pensiamo di farla in coro.
A Tampere il sabato ci sono 30 gradi. Si fa il bagno nel lago fino alla sera, c'è il mercato dei piccoli frutti and the indoor market. Michael says that the pudding is great, I have not tried: at the supermarket do not sell on Sundays.
Then train, Turku.
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