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My earliest memory of architecture, i was perhaps 6 or 7 years old, was of my aunt building a house in mosul in the north of iraq. the architect was a close friend of my father's and he used to come to our house with the drawings and models. i remember seeing the model in our living room and i think it triggered something, as i was completely intrigued by it.

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My Earliest Memory Of Architecture, I Was

Zaha Hadid

My earliest memory of architecture, i was perhaps 6 or 7 years old, was of my aunt building a house in mosul in the north of iraq. the architect was a close friend of my father's and he used to come to our house with the drawings and models. i remember seeing the model in our living room and i think it triggered something, as i was completely intrigued by it.

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