When I came back from Berkeley in October
’63, and my mother was reading a book, which
she lent to me – quite often she lend me
books, she would recommend a book – it was
called Les Enfants de Sanchez, by Oscar Lewis.
I read it, I was absolutely fascinated by
that book, completely fascinated.
Because I did not read the newspaper at the
time, I did not know that Sartre and Simone
de Beauvoir had also read about it, and were
enthusiastic.
It was a personal thing.
I thought, “That’s what I want to do later
on”.
And I thought this was sociology, because
it was about real people, real life.
I didn’t know Lewis was an anthropologist.
I did not even care about it.
I say, “That’s what I want to do”, and
I thought that was sociology.
I registered in sociology.
I got extremely disappointed, as I said, about
the way they were teaching 
that discipline, sociology.
... But I stick with this idea that I will
finish sociology and I will do, if I can,
this kind of research.
So the Oscar Lewis was very important in that
time.
