Essay on My Father
1995; Taylor & Francis; Volume: 47; Issue: 10 Linguagem: Inglês
10.1080/00947598.1995.10394731
ISSN2378-7651
Autores ResumoAbstract My earliest memory of my father's work was in 1962, when I was nine. We were living in Caracas, Venezuela, where he was the director of a project to plan a new city on the model of Brasilia. He and I were on the “teleferico”-a cable car that went up into the beautiful mountains surrounding Caracas. As we looked down, I noticed an apartment building shaped like an “H.” Why? I wanted to know.
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