Early in the spring of 1932, when I received a Guggenheim Fellowship requiring me to go to Europe for a year, I was thirty-three and had been in the United States for nineteen years. At fourteen--a son of peasants, with a touch of formal "city education"--I had emigrated to the United States from Carnoila, then a tiny Slovene province of Austria, now an even tinier part of a banovina in the new Yugoslav state. -- Pg. 3.
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