Another portuguese caf? has opened in the Wandsworth Road. My mother’s countrymen are now thick on the ground around me, but I slightly fear these simple people. I have lunch at the caf?, and wish that I had not. I am the only customer, and talk my best Portuguese, but the waiter, with his hangdog expression and dislocated eyes, does not respond. I know this look; I have seen it often, in Portugal and here.
I have brought with me the Lisbon newspaper Público, 7th October 1999. It is almost entirely devoted to Am?lia Rodrigues, the great fado singer, who…
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