We haven't seen each other for a while. She appeared next to me on the train. We talked about many things, we laughed and smiled. She was happy to see me. She convinced me to come to her place. She wanted to introduce me to her boyfriend. She wanted me to see her family again. Her partner was in bed when we arrived. He looked terribly like her brother. We went to the living room. Her grandmother, father and aunt were in the room. The lights were off. It was dark. The only light in the room was the TV. My heart lighted up when I saw them. I was happy to see them.
A while ago, I had dinner with this lovely young eastern European woman. It was our first encounter. She has been living in the UK for only two weeks. she had already a job and an accommodation. We started talking about our academic achievement. She mentioned that she had a master in digital literature. I suggested that she could possibly do her Ph.D at the University of Reading. She shrugged and said 'I have been working as a research administrator in a university for two years. I was the one who convinced students not to do their Ph.D. Ph.D students slave themselves away for three years of their life. They carry out valuable research, write papers and go to conference, yet they are underpaid and they will probably not get a job at the end of it. Academia is an industry where Ph.D are a herd being truthfully exploited.' It was partially true. I started my Ph.D to escape the dogma of some other mainstream form of exploitation I wanted to be my own project. Academ...
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