This book of stories was written more or less 40 years ago, then stuck in a drawer while I made a living to support my family. It is an autobiographical fiction, which is an oxymoron, yes, but nonetheless true. That is to say, everything in this book is based on my own experience, sometimes exaggerated, sometimes romanticized, even sometimes pure wishful thinking. It is also an historical document, an attempt to describe through impressionistic descriptions...