A childhood of paradox was mine, living as a toddler and preschooler in São Paulo, Brazil, across the street from shanty homes, then just before kindergarten, when my dad caught the American Dream, in a wealthy neighborhood in San Jose, CA. "What my Eyes could Read" shares this story, set in the context of my "catalana de recuerdos" (waterfall of memories) that came while I was serving as a translator in Valencia, Venezuela, in a neighborhood very much like my own in São Paulo. My early childhood memories returned, explaining my confused life.
What my Eyes could Read, Part 1
What my Eyes could Read, Part 2
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