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After some lunches with Ana we had our first conversation about what it would be like to study this topic and what to do with it.

We started with the Greek philosopher Zeno. She wasn’t here to joke around!

We discussed the paradox of the arrow: an archer aims at a target and launches the arrow from his bow. At each particular instant of time the arrow occupies a defined space. This means that, at each finite time, the arrow is at rest. Now, how do you understand that it is both at rest and moving? Does movement generate rest? Is rest a condition for movement? Does the arrow hit the target or never reach it?

Time was there, pulling us, pushing us, paralyzing us, and always challenging us to understand it.

The paradoxes and dualities of our fifties were springing up everywhere.

A restlessness in the air, a vague discomfort, a feeling of “we’re there” but, what now? Will the best or the worst part start now?

Each of us looked at our fifties suspiciously, proud, happy, irritated, hopeful, disillusioned. Like the sphinx, these years returned, defiantly, our gaze: decipher us or we will devour you.