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Bohr stood up and ran some fingers through his hair. "Unfortunately we have all met Albert," he replied in a slight accent. "Albert was the black sheep of the family...."
"A black sheep!" I interrupt him, "You must be mistaken, Albert Einstein was a great man who merely unleashed something that may destroy humanity. He may have imposed an impossible challenge...."
"Great, my foot!" Bohr interrupts. "A great fool he was, yes, he gave his children matches without the scientific foundation of how to control fire," says Bohr. "The fool had no compassion for humanity," he added. "He called himself a scientist, and as you say the whole world called him that, but being without compassion, what a scientist could he be? He pushed humanity into the complex domain in terms of physics, but he left the door to the complex domain closed in terms of the principle of universal love. Humanity needs to stand in the complex domain with both feet, not just one. That's why no one can take any decent steps forward. The way I see it, humanity will tear itself to pieces trying to move in two different Universes at the same time. Carl Gauss was a much better man than Albert was. Carl opened the gates to the complex domain in terms of advanced mathematical concepts. He also knew that humanity was too narrow-minded to live in the complex domain. So he wrote a thesis on the theme and called all the great minds of his time a bunch of fools. That opened a few people's eyes. But Albert didn't even do that much. He should have presented the principle of universal love that was needed to use his physical discovery. But he wasn't a scientist, was he? He didn't know what love is. Also his theories on physics were incomplete."
Bohr said nothing more after this. He looked me in the eye and studied my reaction.
"Albert was a bit like you, in a way," he says moments later. "You have no compassion for humanity either!"
His answer shocked me. How could he say such a thing? I felt the very opposite to be true. Before I could refute him, he turned and gestured that I follow. He treated me to a brief tour of his museum, which he says he had built for his own benefit to trace the history of mankind. He took me to the far side of the building, along a narrow aisle to a workstation where I expected to receive the by then overdue, deeply reasoned explanation as to why he felt I lacked compassion for humanity. I was disappointed again. Without saying anything he showed me a sealed glass dome under which two bearing shells were mounted. What in heaven's name was this supposed to prove that he had my test version of the bearings I had built for our five generators? He looked at me and grinned. He didn't even say how he got them, nor anything else, but abruptly excused himself. "I'll ask Odessa to look after you," he adds, as he leaves me standing.
Odessa appeared to be one of his female staff who more than compensated for Bohr's apparent rudeness.
As I found out later, Odessa wasn't from Russia, as her name might suggest, but from the Amazon basin, from a small village of central Brazil. Her name seemed more linked to the word odyssey than to anything else. Being touched by her became an odyssey into a whole new Universe of loveliness.
She bids me welcome to the planet and says that she would take me wherever I want to go. I told her that I didn't know anything about the planet, but would love to see her home to get a feeling for the lifestyle the planet allows. She smiles ever so softly and says in perfect English; "It's not far from here. We will have lunch there, if you like."
Her home is located at the top of a riverbank, where the river sharply turns. The river skirts a mountain, then flows into a gorge towards a sea, as she explains. The house is stretched out on a plateau covered with wild grasses and groups of flowering trees, some bearing red and yellow fruit. The edge towards the river is carved into terraces that are overgrown with dozens of species of flowers that make the landscape appear as though is painted with broad daring strokes, outlining the path of the river with bands of color.
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