: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.
:12:01
He was very fond of me.
:12:03
He was a man of
great dignity...
:12:06
...very serious and
no fooling around.
:12:09
He always did what he believed
he had to do.
:12:11
He never sold himself...
:12:15
...and he died with
amazing dignity.
:12:18
I really respected him.
:12:22
He never acted like
so many other artists do.
:12:27
He was...
:12:28
So, when I went to Paris...
:12:30
...I sent him a card.
:12:33
"Maestro, etc..."
:12:34
He wrote back telling me
I was living...
:12:37
...in the same place
he lived for nearly 20 years.
:12:41
Rue Boulanger, number 36.
:12:55
That's it.