Once again in my life, I have come to the Nobel Prize as close as I will not probably my whole life.
Stockholm City has invited this time all International Master Studis, Guestresearchers and PhD candidates to the initial costs of the Nobel Prize dinner. Of course, Misses Smörebröd has made this twice, telling themselves thrown in for the ambience and the reason given in bowl.
Not only me, but even Jamie, who are all between the Swedish Men found still underdressed, has tied a tie around the neck of his grandfather, with whom he indeed was not overdressed, but are confused with at least one pupil of a British boarding school konntel. For eating I have to say, I shall ever get a Nobel prize, I would hope the organizers would do without the pancakes filled with mushrooms, perhaps even the Swedish cocktail sausages and even on the non-serving of alcohol . 
In this sense I agree with this chapter and devote myself to the advancement of my career wissenschafltichen by myself, not for another 5 hours of bioinformatics dedicate, but at least ensure that the life-work balance is not out of hand and fill my day with a glass of wine. And if the next Nobel Prize not Afshin and his colleagues at the KTH goes, I can unfortunately not help the committee continue. Over and Out. 
