Sunday, 24 July 2011

Hearts and Heights and Dreams

Si cum sub tampla mea fierbinte
O lume veche-mi reinvie
Nu cate-au fost imi vin in minte
Ci cate-ar fi putut sa fie.
                      Octavian Goga

At the crepuscule of a complex, exciting and adventurous life one looks back and tries to gather together the various facets from the kaleidoscope of an existance which began on the shores of the Danube in the month of August 1929. Travelling through times and lands accompanied often by the goddess Fortuna, I followed stubbornly a braided thread made of multiple colourful strands but always heading to the same direction, towards a personal idea of Zenith.
In a clumsy way I try now to lay down in this blog some of the shards of a rainbow in case someone might stumble on them and may look upon them with kindness or interest.

The facade of the General Infirmary at Leeds, a gem of Victorian architecture, an historic monument which stands in the heart of the city as a proud and elegant memorial to the builders and to the healers who made its renown over several generations.
The General Infirmary at Leeds was established in 1767 and functioned in two buildings until the year 1868 when the new Infirmary was built by the renowned architect Sir Gilbert Scott in the italianate gothic style of the Victorian era.
The L.G.I., as it is now generally called, became a centre of excellence through the medical and surgical achievements of gianys like: William Hey (1767), Thomas Jessop (1870), Ferguson McGill (1882), Arthur Mayo-Robson (1882), Lord Berkley Moynihan (1876) to mention only a few of the early pioneers.
Personally I was fortunate to have the privilege of spending the most exciting and productive years of my cardiac-surgical career at this famous hospital and the Medical School of the renowned  Leeds University.
Here I made my professional home as I made Britain my homeland.
Here I found the propicious environment and academic atmosphere to live in, to learn, to work and to transform my ideas and dreams into reality.

A general view of the Mont Blanc massif which, together with the Pennine Alps and the central Himalayas, became the land of my great passion of climbing and ski-ing, especially after retiting from active surgery.
In these places, high above the snow line I found - away from the crowds, the noise and the mud - a world of peace and silence, an immaculate landscape exceedingly beautiful and dangerously attractive, a world where feelings and thoughts exceed the physical part of life and where solitude enhances our communion with nature, with the majesty and the magic of  the mountains

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