Last day in Stockholm. I went to the Nobel museum instead of Uppsala as the nobel prize is maybe the thing I associate most with Sweden, but I was fully prepared to be disappointed by a money grab, tourist grab and very superficial take on an otherwise grandiose institution, similar to when I did a tour at CERN. Instead, I cried like a baby. That doesn’t happen so often, but basically everything in there expresses my stance towards life. Der Mensch ist nur da ganz Mensch, wo er spielt, Schiller. The museum doesn’t go deep into details yet explains major ideas and presents a large number of works for which the prize has been awarded. You see a lot of young women and families with kids, older tourists, few young men. Every installation is made, so that you can discover facts about people and discoveries, by opening drawers, pushing buttons, perusing books or lab notes. The whole place is a testament to playful discovery, which ranks among the most important things in the world for me. I’m thinking of training exact, scientific knowledge again. I’m so close to believing in its value again. This time not to do the science myself, which might be out of my reach, but to use it to inspire those who do, by being able to hold my own in conversations, to understand their needs, to connect the dots and people.