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Abstract

This essay is built of affective and fragmented memories, whose pieces, little by little, assemble to the reader a building put up by my grandfather — artificer, constructor and self-taught — in the neighborhood of Mooca. I revisit poetic and graphically the building that housed part of my family and, therefore, part of my childhood, working on a particular narrative from my child memories and my relation with the building — supported by research, bibliography, interviews and image retrieval. My object of studyis entangled with my grandfather’s figure and his architectural work, and mingles the view from the eyes of the child that I was and the analytic look of the architect that I am.