A Sad Ride Through Our Industrial Park A Little Piece of Brazil at the Arts Block


  1. Keith Kellett
    August 9, 2013 @ 7:06 pm

    In the 1930s, my father worked for an international construction company. One day, he was saved from a potentially fatal accident by a German colleague. So grateful was he that he promised to name his firstborn son after the German.

    I didn’t come along until 1942 … and, when Dad went to register the birth, he was told firmly by the Registrar:

    ‘You are not going to call that child Adolf!’

    To that Registrar, I shall be eternally grateful!

  2. Kate Cosme
    August 23, 2013 @ 10:13 am

    Dad, we are cracking up here at work reading this, maybe the most hilarious thing ever!

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