Nepal trip: first days

Emotions, when you do not express them straight away may get deeper taste, almost like wine.
They can accumulate sun of those days, when they flowered and they may
Memories, when you do not express them write away may become your life and part of you.
HEre I write about our first days in Nepal.
I was prepared to see a lot of poverty. But actually what I saw was not the one, which I expected to see.
I saw many children with dirty cloths and with eyes of small hungry wolves,
I saw old men sitting on the streets and cleaning their metalic plates in order to prepare a bit of rice, stading
in the bag on a dusty road,
I saw women washing cloths just on the streets of Kathmandu, but I did not see
unhappy people, or people bagging because they were on a border of suffering.
Was it because everone is equally poor? Or because they do belive that their place now is indeed not too bad?
I did not know.
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Mathematics is abstract, so it is hard to get fotos of mathematics, but many things can be imagined.
For example, what will happen if we perturb the matrix in its one point?
Its spectrum will be perturbed naturally. But it is hard to imagine that this simple picture, showing perturbation of spectrum has a huge impact on the whole physics and if we are able to describe this analytically, we will be able to describe mountain rocks changing under the rain, decay of biological systems, erosion of materials… Just simple as that…
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In a very cold country which was in the middle of an ocean, full of icebergs and half covered with ice, the small princess was living, of course at the last floor of the castle.
She was made from ice, as also her heart.
Once when she was walking along the coast of the ocean she saw almost frozen bird.
She took it and brought home where the bird drunk a bit of special elicsir, which despite of its cold temperature, made the bird to feel alive again.
«Tell me about other countries you've seen, the bird!»
«There are many people there.»
«What do they do all the time?»
«They walk, play. Also, when someone falls in love with someone else, then this person becomes so warm inside» — and the bird closed her eyes to get a bit warmer from her thoughts.
The princess felt some strange warmth inside just from thinking about it. Warmth for her, as she remember from the childhood would immediately become «death».
«But what if not?»… (to be continued other night)

Foto from Сказочное Крутицкое подворье
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Mexican farmers, who were carrying our stuff, stopped for some time and did not move. Everyone in the expedition was surprised why they stopped without any command and stayed in calm for some time.
«Why do you stop?»
There was no reply from anyone from them. They remained silent the whole time until the end of the journey.
After they were told why they stopped.
They stopped to let their souls to catch up their bodies.
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We live in a small-world,
where each individual means a lot and at the same time, his role without other people is negligible.

One of the main goals of each individual is to make a union. The smallest union is defined as a set of N individuals, where number N>1.
The smallest unions and the most important one are a family, or a couple. There can be other examples of unions, a laboratory, or an association.
People create them in order to be stronger, to use the power of connections against some problems. What is the biggest size of such unions? Or the most optimal one?

Picture is illustration of the small-world interactions.
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I want to write about parents,
who are those people, who were carrying about me, who were accepting so many, way too many crazy things I did in my small life:
when I flew with a parachute in high school alone, when I went alone to Crimea, went to expeditions at the end of the world, sometimes to abstract Hilbert spaces, from where some people may not return back, when I was copying fotos for hours from books…
There were many hard moments with them, but despite of everything people.

Sometimes, in the grey world the black-white fotos from my childhood make my life so colourful.
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Green Paris

Я давно не писала про то, как всё течет и изменяется вокруг.
Особенно про Париж.
Этот город самый городской город, в котором я жила (возможно еще потому что перед этим это были Потсдам, Утрехт и Пальма де Майорка с Монтевидео на берегу океана и лошадьми, расхаживающими по улицам).
Но тут в Париже не только асфальт и одно дерево на весь район, совсем нет, как может показаться с первого взгляда.
Во Франции (хотя я по сути больше всего времени провела в Париже) есть культ и культура парков.
Про это есть замечательный фильм на arte
Сеть парков, который можно один за другим посетить вот:
channel Snt.Martin park et jardin de Villemin,
park Buttes Chaumont
park close Foundation Loui Vuitton.
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Back to the USSR

The first impressions of a country are the most important.
Just when I came to Moscow waiting on a passport control, I saw a girl waiting for customers to check her passport.
She was staying in a que before me and she was waiting for like 1 minute customers to call her to come. But they were not.
People on a back were mumbling something about lost time etc. Then after 2 minutes a woman from customer-police servise
in a very annoyed voise loudly said
«Ну чё, ещё долго будете там стоять?»
Untranslatable jargon, which is approximately «Ok, will you wait for long there?»
Then I went to a military city, where my parents are living.
I came to my music school and there I could sit just for hours to observe people, to listen to children playing and singing.
This white-red-rainbow noise of sounds makes me dizzy, also maybe because of the memories of all years spent in this place, full of music, children tradegy «I forgot to prepare a lesson»,
happinness of succidining to go forward in sound or happiness of just being with other children, who also like music, almost as you.
Moscow, Snt-Petersburg. Cities full of new emotions I never felt anywhere in the world.
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Science with no borders

«You enter in a small room, where there are a lot of books, papers lying around, a lamp on a table is spreading calm light and it looks that special smell from paper of different years makes you to feel as if you would be entering not a room but the book itself» —
this is how I feel sometimes, when I enter my lab in Ecole Polytechnique. There is a special order in everything there: people with syndrome of superclean apartment could not have spent there even a minute, cause everything, books, chemicals, computers, stones lies together.
I spent almost one year of going back and forward from Paris, Moscow and Berlin in order to make it possible, Russian girl to work as a researcher in Ecole Polytechnique.

And I am asking «Why, why it is so hard for scientists to get all these stupid visas, as if they would be doing something really bad?!»
Why not to help them from the non-existing organisation «NobordersForScientists»?
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