Chinni prakash biography of martin

Editorial Board Members - Chemistry and Materials Science

• Nabil Abdel Ghany PhD, National Research Centre, Cairo, Egypt

• Ali Abou-Hassan PhD, Sorbonne Université, Paris, France

• Amit Aherwar PhD, Madhav Institute of Technology & Science, Gwalior, India

• Shahzada Ahmad PhD, Basque Center for Materials, Applications and Nanostructures, Leioa, Spain

• Kazuo Akagi PhD, Ritsumeikan University, Kyoto, Japan

• Sergio Alberto Obregón Alfaro PhD, Universidad Autónoma de Nuevo León, San Nicolás de los Garza, Mexico

• Nauman Ali PhD, University of Peshawar, Peshawar, Pakistan

• Mario Alpuche-Aviles PhD, University of Nevada Reno, Reno, USA

• Iddo Amit PhD, Durham University, Durham, United Kingdom

• Babak Anasori PhD, Drexel University, Philadelphia, USA

• Felipe Antunes Calil PhD, University of California San Diego Medical Center, San Diego, USA

• Carlos Arroyave PhD, District University of Bogotá, Bogotá, Colombia

• Shivamurthy B PhD, Manipal Academy of Higher Education, Manipal, India

• Tessy Baby PhD, Karlsruhe Institute of Technology, Karlsruhe, Germany

• Zoltan Bacsik PhD, Stockholm University, Stockholm, Sweden

• Ebad Bagherpour BSc, MSc, PhD, Brunel University London, London, United Kingdom

• Detlef Bahnemann PhD, Institut fuer Technisc

  

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  By Paul Mirabile

  In 1974, the modest, starless Hotel du Commerce, at 14, Rue[1] Sainte Geneviève, in Paris became my home for over six months, and its owner, Madame Marie, my adopted mother.

  A young, aspiring journalist, I was sent to Paris by the editor of a worthless monthly magazine in Palermo, Sicily, to write an article on the monuments of Paris. I took up my long residence at the Hotel du Commerce for two reasons: it was very cheap — that is, ten francs a day — and conveniently located in the centre of the city, only a ten minute walk to the Notre-Dame Cathedral. Madame Marie, ninety kilos of joy and laughter, rented me a room on the fifth floor (without a lift) with two other residents: Caban across from me and Paco at the end of the corridor. The rooms had neither attached toilets – there was one for each floor — nor showers (none). Like all residents and tourists, we washed from the washbasin in our rooms. My little window looked out on to the red-tiled rooftop of a Russian bookshop.

  To tell the truth I never wrote that article on the monuments of Paris. What a boring subject! On the other hand, my stay at Madame Marie’s hotel afforded me enough material to write a book — a sketch of her and her residents, their tra

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