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We Make the Road by Walking: Conversations on Education and Social Change

We Make the Road by Walking is a compilation of discussions that examine the profound impact of education on social transformation. The book features insights from the author regarding the principles and practices of education that can lead to meaningful societal change. more

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Paulo Freire
Paulo Freire

Brazilian educator, born on September 19, 1921, and died on May 2, 1997. Paulo Freire is renowned for his critical pedagogy theories and contributions to adult education. more

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