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Don Juan


My father would always tell me this family story,
He said that one of his uncles back in the day in
Turkey,
Where my grandfather was from,
that I never met since he died very young, those ciggies will get you every time
Well, one fine day he was walking along the ocean front
Just walking on the water's edge when he saw some smoke on the horizon
he ran into town and began telling everyone ,
The news reached the elderly leaders and they evacuated the whole town,
Soon after the British started to bombard this was Galapily Turkey in 1914 WW1 not one soul was killed
not a dog not a cat, to say the least everyone counted their blessings and went ahead with their lives
And after the war this man a distant relative
would walk with his white suit and Fiora hat and everyone treated him with respect,
they would say "Don Juan would you like to come in and have a small cappuccino on the house"
he eventually emigrated to Bunos Aires ,Argentina and unfortunately no one would give him the time of day and he never got his mojo back
My mom said he was sad man, perhaps he should of stayed in his home country where he was happy.

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