Link to Pedagogy of Oppressed by Paulo Freire

"Paulo Freire was Secretary of Education at Sao Paulo City-Brasil and professor at the Pontifical Catholic University of Sao Paulo, PUC/SP. A member of UNESCO's International Jury, he received honorary degrees from twenty-nine universities in Europe and North and South America. Freire dedicated himself to the study of education-oriented to the world's oppressed classes and published several books, including Pedagogy of Hope: Reliving 'Pedagogy of the oppressed', which have been translated into over eighteen languages. He died in 1997, aged 75." - Penguin Books,1996
Link to the book
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