One could say "I was born in a typography shop". This was one of my father's principle activities who started the business together with his father-in-law after he closed his bicycle shop following the advent of motorcycles. I am not an architect, and I do not even have a university degree.
In fact, I hated studying and it wasn’t the typographical characters, inks, and printing machines that liberated me from square roots, theorems, and foreign languages, but ribbons, buttons, and trimmings. My father used to say that it was too easy for me to go work in the print shop. In an effort get me to change my mind about not going to school my father sent me to work in an haberdashery warehouse in the city center of Florence owned by one of his friends and he encouraged his friend to make my life as difficult as possible for me. I didn’t know what I wanted to do when I was older, but with my father's sudden and early death I was forced to continue the family printing business despite the fact that he was against it.