There was a physicist from Russia, no from Austria & educated in Russia, Moscow specifically.
He had such hopes to crack the theories that were, thus far, science fiction. He loved the puzzles and the possibilities. He was invited to the US to research the theories most challenging. He accepted. He found himself outside of Boston, living in Cambridge & researching north of the city in a cubicle, a very small isolate space. He didn’t care that he was so isolated and that he worked alone and without collegial companionship. He knew that his vision would become a universal truth. He was grateful that he had the funds to pursue his dreams.
He was still hopeful.