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My father made maps that were technically wrong. He didn’t put in roads or street names. He drew the city the way people remembered it. Here was the mango tree where I fell and learned to ride a bike.

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When Engels, my third son, was 20 years old, he began working at the VENETUR Hotel—formerly known as the Cumanagoto Hotel—located on San Luis Avenue, with a beautiful view of the sea, vast and crystal-clear,

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