Last Tuesday, on the eve of travelling to Belgium, a friend asked me if I was lazy to go. And although it is true that, despite its comfort and speed since we spent only 36 hours in the country of Tintin, I did not hesitate to answer her that there is nothing I like more than to travel through Europe with the Royal Society. Nor can I overlook that perhaps it is at those times when I fully realize that I am considered privileged. Because, in many…
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Last Tuesday, on the eve of travelling to Belgium, a friend asked me if I was lazy to go. And although it is true that, despite its comfort and speed since we spent only 36 hours in the country of Tintin, I did not hesitate to answer her that there is nothing I like more than to travel through Europe with the Royal Society. Nor can I overlook that perhaps it is at those times when I fully realize that I am considered privileged. Because, in many…