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“¿Podría rendir Stieg un homenaje más hermoso a las mujeres que el de convertirlas en heroínas de novelas políacas feministas y mostrarlas tal como las veía: libres, valientes y lo bastante fuertes para cambiar el mundo negándose a ser víctimas?”

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Eva Gabrielsson
Eva Gabrielsson

Eva Gabrielsson was a Swedish architect known for her notable works in Stockholm. Born on November 17, 1953, she passed away in 2004. Gabrielsson's architectural style combined modern and traditional elements, focusing on the integration of functionality and aesthetics in her designs. more

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