:10:00
Next I tried cycling.
Anything!
:10:03
Until a neighbor by chance
suggested dancing...
:10:07
...and I took classes
at an academy.
:10:09
I danced like a child.
:10:13
I knew nothing.
:10:15
I studied under "Palitos".
:10:18
A while later, a black man,
Harry Fleming, saw me.
:10:21
He had a show...
:10:23
...a cabaret show.
:10:25
I thought I'd be dancing
flamenco...
:10:27
...he gave me a mambo shirt
and a bongo.
:10:32
I accompanied the
"Princess" Menet...
:10:35
She danced the mambo...
:10:37
...and I played the bongo.
:10:40
A friend recommended me
to Pilar López.
:10:45
What happened was that
I realized...
:10:49
...I wasn't going anywhere.
:10:53
I had no background.
:10:55
All I did was repeat
what I was taught.
:10:59
And I decided to leave
Pilar Lopez' ballet.
:11:02
I stayed in Paris.
:11:03
I studied dance,
contemporary painting...
:11:07
...other forms of art,
and saw the shows.
:11:11
I'd never seen
Vicente Escudero dance...
:11:14
...only a couple of
his pictures.
:11:17
Pilar said I was just like him
when he was young.
:11:21
Even physically we were
very similar...
:11:25
...large hands with tapered
fingers like birds of prey...
:11:29
...the same nose,
our features...
:11:32
Mariemma, a friend of his,
was astounded.
:11:36
She said the resemblance
was frightening.
:11:38
I'd never seen him dance,
or in person.
:11:42
And one day...
:11:43
...he came to see me dance.
:11:46
The man who never gave
his approval.
:11:49
Never, in his whole life...
:11:53
He came to see me.
:11:55
It was as is he were
my grandfather...
:11:58
...and I the grandson
he'd always wanted.