Musicians, met in the streets of Port-au-Prince, who greeted me with a musical salute under the noon sun, 2015. © Jean-François Nadeau
It was in 1997, I had just published the sequel to The Scent of Coffee, this book with a long, nostalgic title where I was still engaged in this butterfly hunt of childhood. The Charm of Endless Afternoons, such was the title of the book where I reunited with Da simply by erasing time and through the magic of writing. I thought I was done with this endless childhood, that I would move on
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