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  • My uncle had a piano. It was a vertical Sauter piano that my grandma bought for him at Juan Bansbach.
    He got married for the third time to a lovely woman form Cataluña and moved away to Barcelona.
    My grandma died, the piano got termites and my mom was determined to throw it away.

    It's funny how things loose their value, economical and emotional.
    I have the piano in my office now, I don't play it, but every time I see it, I can hear my uncle playing songs by Pedro Vargas and I can smell his cigarette burning the bass keys.
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