I am stretched out on the couch compulsively zapping through TV channels. I pause to watch CNN for a moment - a sniper kills dozens of people at a Mc Donald’s in Pasadena. On GloboNews, Rio gangs throw grenades at a public school, murders on SBT, wars on BBC, kidnappings on RAI, rapes on Record. Finally it is 10.27 on the night of March 27th in the year 2000. The telephone rings. It is Dr. Isaias Raw, the scientist. He invites me to design a small museum. A microbiology museum.
“ We have no money, a radical economy, expenditure containment, limited funds, economic restrictions, etc...” (a whole story we architects of the third world know like no other).
I already feel sad and happy. Dr. Raw continues speaking:
“ Maybe we could get funds from FAPESP to construct a high-level laboratory so the children will be able to do experiments under professional conditions” ...