When I was six and already able to read and write Polish, my uncle the curate taught me Latin. Since he had no suitable textbook, he simply used the breviary.

My father was the church organist; the village curate was my mother's brother, a former monk from the order of Pijar, a very well-educated and ascetic man who loved nothing but solitude.

I used to sing songs and write with my uncle, Bill Owens.

I had an uncle who took me to the ring in Medellin when I was 15 years old. In school, we had someone who taught us how to bullfight.

I found a discarded textbook on calculus in a wastebasket and read it from cover to cover.

Be able to read blueprints, diagrams, floorplans, and other diagrams used in the construction process.