Heidegger’s Mistress: An exploration in 32 paragraphs.

My father met Heidegger’s mistress in Caracas, Venezuela. My father’s good friend at the time, Ernst Tugendhat, introduced them.
Ernst, like my father, was a Jewish refugee: the Tugendhats had left Brno, Czechoslovakia, where they had lived in a famous house designed for them by Mies van der Rohe.
My father’s parents were uneducated, poor.
The Tugendhats listened seriously and solemnly to Beethoven quartets on their record player in Caracas.
Heidegger’s mistress gave Ernst Tugendhat, my father’s friend, a box of Heidegger’s lecture notes, which Ernst eventually translated.
Ernst and my father left Caracas in 1945 to go to Stanford. My father was seventeen. World War II had just ended.
After a period at Stanford, Tugendhat returned to Germany to study with Heidegger and became an important analytical philosopher.

Tugendhat went on to write a paper challenging Heidegger's notion of truth.  ¶ 9:18 PM