Stefan 28th January 2022

I had to read twice before actually believing this. I am absolutely devastated. I met Elvis during a course on qualitative methodology two years ago in January that we both attended as a training for our PhDs and therefore had a common ground and great connection. During my short stay in London, we met quite a bit to share the typical woes about our PhDs, talk about life, and our future plans. He was an interesting, fun, and kind person with whom you could discuss your research but also go out for a pint, go to a concert or enjoy good food. As a remote PhD student based in Peru I did not get to meet many fellow PhD students, so Elvis is still very present in my memory and his loss is especially painful. This is a strong reminder how fragile life is and how damn unfair it can be. Take care buddy.