My father had to flee Argentina when I was around one year or a year and a half because he was an outspoken critic of the military that was in power there. And he came to the United States, which at that point was at war against fascism and my father felt very comfortable coming to a country which, in spite of the fact that it was an imperial country for Latin America, for Argentines in particular and for my dad in particular who was the first economist who had studied the history of the industry in Latin America and who proposed the idea of independent industry that was not dependent on American multinationals to develop. In spite of all of this my dad felt very well here in the United States because it was a country where he was able to join the fight against Nazism and fascism, which was the main struggle at that moment. And I followed him some time later in the sense that I was sort of carried along. And when I arrived in New York in February of 1945, I contracted pneumonia. Pulmonia in Spanish. And I didn't contract pneumonia, I contracted pulmonia because I mean I didn't know the word pulmonia or the word pneumonia certainlyÑthese words come out of Greek and I had no idea about that Ñbut what I mean is that it was a little Spanish speaking boy who contracted that sickness.