(Excerpt from an interview with Dr. Ian Henriksson,
Master in Astrophysics at the University of Vienna). "(...)
Dr. Henriksson I received in his office. Everything looks old, but spotless. Even the appearance of the doctor reflects, a grizzled man of thick hair, his mouth twisted into a sneer, almost elegant. By way of greeting
squeezes my hand tightly, "back to us, Adolf," he mutters to touch me.
I suppose the old doctor never understand why I left physics, or why I left University ... let alone that it abandoned its class.
When you look you see only certainties, an endless chain of them to be screwing around like snakes, waiting to appear and remind one that is human, he has made mistakes, and what eats a poison uncertainty . (...)
As we talked, Dr. Henriksson has shown me a small picture frame with a picture of Sigmund Freud. It has been fun for a while telling stories about him, his experience as a professor at the University. In some ways, it feels closer to Freud ...
Next to the library that holds the portrait is a large poster of Klimt, is it out with a smile it is not necessary to point out that there is some irony in the situation.
I responded with the same face as usual, "he never should have left here," whispers neglecting my smile.
(...) I have no fear to say that I admire. I did when I was his student, though my life has distanced himself from the way you showed me. I do now as a journalist, having heard so much and so many ... Before retiring
something I want to ask, a man like him, he carries on his back the memory of the Holocaust, the death of his fellow cast in the eyes ... someone like him, strong, proud, almost inhuman: Is there something that changed your life, something without which could not move forward? Dr. Henriksson
remains pensive for a moment. You can see the ideas running through the inside of his forehead.
Finally, looks up and says, "Without a doubt, Adolf ... chocolate bars. "
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