A Mitochondrial Odyssey

Good fortune let me be an innocent child during World War II, a hopeful adolescent with encouraging parents during the years of German recovery, and a self-determined adult in a period of peace, freedom, and wealth. My luck continued as a scientist who could entirely follow his fancy. My mind was always set on understanding how things are made. At a certain point, I found myself confronted with the question of how mitochondria and organelles,...