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My grandfather died on October, 20th at the age of 77.Beneath many other things, he has been an intellectual mentor to me for years.On the day that I defended my dissertation, he told me that I would defend my habilitation exactly ten years from that day, get a professorship and be free to do great things.I did not manage that, but I'd rather think that he died at peace with my life choices and proud of the things that I actually achieved.1976I will resume blogging in a few days.