Once upon a time in a country far far away, there lived, in the mighty kingdom of Radboud, a beautiful mathematician and a strong physicist. They hadn’t met before, since their regions where far apart. As the mathematician lived all the way up, in the high mountains of the third floor, far away in the utmost east corner of the kingdom. Together with her fellow companions, supplying the kingdom with a great amount of complex literacy and magical matrices. But the physicist on the other hand, live all the way down, in the lower valley of the west plains. At the other end of the kingdom. Also called the Wild West, for its falling debris and metal sounds that resonated over the planes. Here he lived sporadically, but mostly because this was where his primary source of food could be found, beer and toasted sandwiches.
These two so different people would live apart from each other, hardly aware of each others existence, for days and days on end. And this lovely story would have never unfolded if it weren’t for the existence of the lords of the real numbers. These three lords, who were part of the senate governing, called the two unlikely regions together so once every week to discuss how all of the work is doing in the regions. Now was neither the Mathematician nor the physicist a hard worker. They did however had admirable social skills setting them out on whatever public meeting there was. Yet under the lord of Van de Essen, they didn’t notice one another. It was only during the continues reign of Lord Steenbrink, and Lord Bosma, that the meetings became so complex. Both the two were send out of the kingdom to explore the vast outlands of the region of Nijmegen. And it was this where they so magically met…
It was a sunny day, when the fully packed physicist and the beautiful mathematician where send out towards the great mean hall. The hall itself, the center of the kingdom was great, the great window stretching up so high, that the upper windows where never even touched by man. And so it was said that the windows where places by great metal monsters. The same that where threatening the western Borders. In this great hall, the great wise Foucault showed them, every day again, that the earth beneath them was moving, revolting in the vast continuum of space. At the gates, which never were open, but instead, three large doors would make sure people could get in and out at the same time. So no invaders of the other duchies could get in. Yes, a fierce civil war was ever present between Alfa’s Beta’s and the less know Gamma’s. But it was this great hall where the two would meet. As both had an idea of setting up an embassy in the other world in name of their kingdom. Later to be known as Beethovenstraat 37.
Here the two met, when the mathematician was preparing herself with the inhaling of stress relieving traditional medicine, and the physicist was trying to stay awake after a long night of walking the plains. It was here where they introduced. And it was here, at the gates of their kingdom, just a step away from the complete unknown and wild freedom that the two met.
They had the faint idea of each others names. But as they left for the world, they would have been known by the kingdom as 0610178 and 0616397.