Monday morning, on the train on my way to work: a PhD research on the countless interactions between humans and nature regarding climate change in rural areas. I overhear a conversation of two young men in the compartment. “We men just have to do difficult shit, but then you will also make millions.” A little later: “And you know, you don’t need science and shit at all, just start.” Some unsolicited advice I didn’t know I didn’t need.
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A version of this article also appeared in the newspaper of March 14, 2023
