A pale, blonde woman in pink scrubs first asks my name and birthday. She has an accent that sounds Scandinavian, and she looks past the tears in my eyes as I answer her questions. She leads me down a ... [+]
Translated by Wendy Cross
Granddad used to say that the stars were born from the smiles of women, and I never understood how right he was. Until today.At the age of seven, all I knew for sure was that I liked the idea of it and that if there were no stars to observe, I'd never be able to become an astrophysicist like I hoped to be. So my twin brother, Caleb, and I tried as hard as we could to make all the women around us laugh as much as possible so that stars would appear in the sky. And every night we'd observe the results of our efforts. Under the kind eye of Grandfather, we cheered out loud every time we discovered