In 2001, I was invited to give a lecture on Borges in Leipzig. It was my first time in Germany. There I met my friend G, who had been the day before in Berlin: "You must go to Berlin, it is your city!". I was reluctant, but he insisted, and so I came to Berlin for the first time.
It was a Monday, October 11, 2001. It was rainy and chilly, I had a big jacket and no umbrella. And the city was as if sleeping. I walked from Zoologischer Garten to Brandenburger Tor, and then down Unter den Linden.
When I entered the Humbold University, I was struck by the Marx quotation in golden letters:
Then I went upstairs and saw a hall with portraits of the professors who had been awarded with the Nobel Prize: Max Planck, Einstein, Hertz, Heisenberg, Schroedinger, Mommsen. Then I went to the wing, where the Philosophy Department is, and my impression just got bigger when I saw the collection of portraits of former professors: Hegel, Schleiermacher, Schelling, Fichte, Schopenhauer... (Later I learned that Kierkegaard, Marx, the Grimm brothers, Heine, Feuerbach, von Bismarck had been some of the most famous students.)
Where the heck am I? That very moment, I decided that I wanted to pursue a degree in that very building.
Yesterday, Friday June 3, 2011, after almost ten years, I got it after successfully defending my Dissertation: "Die Rezeption des Buches Lambda der 'Metaphysik' des Aristoteles und dessen Prinzipienlehre".
It is an honor to belong to this tradition of scholars and thinkers who shaped the world.
I am taking the month off, and relocating to Mexico City.