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DUBROVNIK: June 1977.

Mid-summer, mid-afternoon, Mediterranean sun, bouncing off the tiles, the medieval walls and the weathered, sun-bleached shutters, almost audible.The shadows black as pitch. The cicadas a wall of sound.                                                               Then silence, as if the cicadas, as one, responded to the maestro’s falling baton. Not even a dog barking. One window, just a black square, unshuttered, as the old town slept away the heat of the afternoon.  Then, almost blasphemous,  blaring from the open window…..

” There is a rose in Spanish Harlem, a red rose……..”

R.I.P.    ARETHA  FRANKLIN.