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I was born in an old city in southern Portugal. History was always a presence, its most immediate expression in Architecture. Everyday, at the turn of every corner I could see the Romans, the Arabs, the Celts, the Middle Ages. From the turret at the top of the house were I came to this world I could see the fields without end spreading lazily towards the faraway mountains in Spain. The breeze that came from there was warm and dry and it smelled good. The sky was blue most of the time and the clouds described capricious convolutions in the 3 dimensional space, just as if nothing were ever going to end. Fate was that I came out in the open in the very last birthday the villain of the Century, the infamous Adolf Hitler celebrated alive, though he had very little reason to celebrate in the 20th day of the month of April of the year of 1945. The war was going to end. | |||||
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