Nostrils

As soon as I arrived in Bern the next day, I made a detour en route to my destination — the Swiss Federal Institute of Intellectual Property where Einstein worked as a patent clerk — and found a print shop. A blonde Swiss girl helped me package and ship a single high-quality print of the photograph to my apartment in America. As much as I wanted for someone else to appreciate the weight of that image, the bubbly employee humming to herself would not understand. Also, the guys back at the laboratory would give me an earful if they found out I was disclosing confidential information.