I had the great honor of meeting and knowing Shlomo back in
Israel, and later on in Berkeley. The lab I did my thesis in, and Shlomo's lab,
worked on similar research fields and often with similar methods. One could
fear a potential rivalry in this case, but as soon as we met, Shlomo rapidly
became a friend, a colleague, and that grand expert that willingly shared
knowledge, smiles and homemade cookies. It was all so natural, as Shlomo used
to start any conversation with a frank inquiry after your news and went on with
endless adventure stories (you wouldn't want them to end) of his latest
travels, research exploits and family. In his scientific making as well as in
social interaction he skillfully combined an old fashioned noble character with
a cheerful and playful attitude. And just when you thought you've heard it all
about Shlomo, you discovered more. That he speaks French, that he's now also
into Theory of Mind... He really was
full of surprises.
When my wife an I moved to Berkeley, Miri and Shlomo knew
just how to give us the warm welcome and valuable orientation we could use, and
during the past months Shlomo would call me periodically just to check on me
and make sure all is well. With all the differences between us in position and
age, he treated me as an equal. As a friend.
There's a lesson for us all to be learned from this man. A
lesson on how profundity can go hand in hand with humor. Stature with kindness.
Hobbies with work. Self confidence with tons of questions. Amusing stories
about the past with serious plans for the future. Berkeley with Jerusalem. In
his death, much like in his life, he leaves us full of wonder.
I am glad to have worked with you Shlomo, even if just a
little. I am glad to have known you.
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