Academic Memories, the apprenticeship of any person

I have never been a person who likes to be the center of attention, to stand out from the crowd, to make my voice heard... none of this has ever done it for me, but perhaps, this thought, in the depths of my mind, finds comfort in the subconscious of someone who is none other than me, a man like many others, surrounded by exceptional people whose successes will go down in history, and whose own name will end up forgotten even by marble thieves in cemeteries. But maybe, yes... maybe it's better this way, for the work I do, to keep myself apart, not to be noticed... to observe, to play the spectator, not to take part in events and demonstrations... everything I've done so far, that is, and I confess this lightheartedly, to stay in my place observing, allowed me to get a good picture of how things were, of what was happening around me... I've always thought this: Being the center of attention, of academic success, standing out from the crowd, distracts you from what is your true purpose, which is to understand the rest of what is happening. You are so busy making a name for yourself, that you end up neglecting the rest, obtaining a narrow picture of what is happening around you, even under your nose. I, who am the narrator of this story, do not occupy any phase, dialogue or important event, I am not mentioned and I do not expect to be. My purpose is to tell what I have seen, the brilliant and unique people I have had the honor and pleasure of meeting, the experiences of others but told by those who do not take part in them. Now, after this introduction, I can open the doors to what was my academic experience, told in these memoirs, which I confess, are not truly mine, but rather those of those who surrounded me, and of the descendants of tyrants and benign lords with whom I had the honor of studying.

-Lovingly Me, a man like many others