The pianist Albert has got a job in Loulé, last time
I saw him in Faro and fell over a pollard, he said
he was not my father. When he spotted me, he ran
into a café, they let him run through the kitchen
into the back, a dead end; I waited for him there.
“If you don´t stop following me, I will have to call
the police, I´M NOT YOUR FATHER.” To mollify
him, I said: “I know you are not, but I do admire
your piano playing.” This pleased him and we had
a drink and he told me he came from Yugoslavia,
had wanted to be a concert pianist, but there was
no money, so he ended up as a café pianist… just
as my father, I thought but said nothing… then he
had to leave for work, saw him walk out of my life
just as my father did, there was nothing I could do
to stop this man who refused to be my dad.
