There comes a point after classes, as literary review takes shape, when I realize that the world is ok, and that all major problems are somehow being taken care of; it is an amazing and liberating feeling per se if it weren't for the fact that I'm being paid and recognized for coming up with an innovative and effective way to solve a high-priority problem in the world.
At this point I also feel that I'm of no use at all: not for my previous co-workers whom I haven't talked to for a while; not for my current colleagues who seem to be too busy or at least too dazed by the burden of their ongoing research; not for my family, which seems to have managed to go on without my presence for a long time now.
However, about three weeks before the date of my flight back home, and after a meeting for the first time ever with my supervisor (more like a Nathan Jones - Phil Martin arm wrestling than a meeting), I started to see my topic elucidate in a clearer way. It was for sure the time pressure kicking in.
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