Nun shun gargan

My dad was an engineer who literally left his mark across the world, working on projects in Saudi Arabia; in Patagonia, which he surveyed on horseback; in Peru; in Australia, on the cattle roads; in Brazil, on the Trans-Amazonian highway; in Chile, the Philippines, New Guinea, Taiwan, Malaysia, Indonesia, Congo, Algeria, Libya, Iran, Kuwait, Qatar, Afghanistan; in Italy, on the Rome-Florence high-speed link and, famously, on the Venice Moses project; and finally in Sicily.

In later life, when his age and mental health stopped him working and travelling, he didn’t stop moving. Right up to his death in his nineties he took two 30 minute walks every day - each always five complete circuits of the house. “E per sopravivere” he told me once - “To survive”.

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