The Old Flute-Player

Funny how some stories come about. In this one the main character has no name. Yet, that’s not by design, but because I never did learn this fellow’s name. All I remember is that he was as much a part of the urban landscape of my Havana as the famous El Morro lighthouse. He was there as I manoeuvred my way through my late teens in the city of my birth.

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