Date: May 1, 1989
Age: 11
I came up here today by bus and cable car. The ride was exciting, and the view was great. Rio is in a beautiful setting, but it all seems to be falling apart.
Love, Dad
Taken in context, this is one of the most beautiful postcards my dad ever sent me. I don't know if it was his first trip to Brazil, but this was the beginning of his grant project, for which he had high hopes. He climbed (okay, rode) to the top of the city and viewed its beauty, but knew that what lies beneath is fragile and dangerous. This city would become part of his life story.
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