Let me introduce myself. I was born from an Italian father and a Dutch mother in Amsterdam. My mom wanted to live in Italy but I had an attack of nostalgia. I missed my grandmother, who took care of me when my father was away. I didn't speak the language and was angry with all other children. Because "la dottoressa" said this condition could harm me badly we went back to the Netherlands. As all children, I went to school (though I rather did my own things). Just to show people I could do what was asked I gently flew along. The same for the secondary school. In those days teachers had no objection to me preparing for the final exams at home. The school (and me) aroused my interest in physics. As if it could answer profound questions of life. At the same time, my interest in the "arts" developed, and I made oil paintings, some (in retrospect) very silly poëtry, short stories, and I liked taking pictures. Somehow I felt that physics couldn´t give the answers to many questions. Not even (or better said, especially not) a TOE. I always walked home with Chinese friend of mine while talking about all kinds of exotic physical stuff. I decided to study physics. The first year was fun. I made friends, and to be honest, for them I visited colleges. But the next year they all dropped out, and the fun was gone. A professor was standing in front of a few hundred men, and I thought to myself: "I can do this better at home, with nice music and full concentration!" The last fear was a nice year. Subjects you could choose and small rooms with students and a professor. I can remember an old man (81!) attending a college of wich one part was the impossibility of transmitting information faster than light, for wich I made copies of an article in Scientific American. Group theory and quantum field theory I was allowed to do at home. Later I realized I could have saved a lot of money if you are only making exams, without visiting college. Making my essay was also something I did without much contact with my supervising professor, Hans Radder. Once I saw on his desk the books I was using for helping me make my essay. Among those his own. After my study, I continued to learn more about physics, of which everybody has some instinct, accumulated in uncountable unconscious experiments, on wich later the conscious experiments are based. Currently, I´m writing a book out of an enormous body of things. I wrote them in a big, red covered writing book, and a green covered multimap. I'm busy trying to make some kind of collage of them. I own much to my idol of the philosophy of science, Paul feyerabend.
I love this poem by Longfellow:
If thou arth worn and hard beset
By sorrows that thou wouldst forget
If thou wouldst read a lesson
That would keep
Thy hart from fainting
And thy soul from sleep
"Go to the woods and hills!
Can dim the sweet look
That Nature wears"