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OK, here you see me on my beautiful Moulton bike riding around. I loved that bike, but when I got home the airlines were not nice to it and the crank got bent and had to be replaced. After that I put it in a hard case and got charged extra. I could no longer just drop it in a shoulder bag. Viva Cuba! Cuba Libre! My stepgrandfather who lived in Germany , Chile and USA loved Cuba and Pablo Neruda. He quoted many poems to me by heart and showed me books. He also loved Rennesaince Art like Boticelli, which he gave me a book of. He was an advent socialist too. As a general practitioner Doctor he would go two days on horseback in the countryside of Chile to fix a broken arm and help anybody out that needed it on the trip that he met. He would also sit at the piano and play Mozart,A little Night Music. There were no records back then unless you were very wealthy. So everybody learned to play.
