Adam back in La Habana
He may not even have been called Adam, there are lots of men like him around the world, men who have clearly cut their roots, whatever the soil they fed on. No one chooses the place to be born in. When he revealed himself, just one among many, we “recognized” him and molded him. Did we draw inspiration from his life even before we knew him? Or did his life perfectly fit, like a glove with that cartoon strip we still had not written nor drawn?
One day we decided to go and rinse the palettes in the Tropical seas and go on a long holiday around the isle of Cuba. We were really itching to see the places we had drawn and imagined and illustrated. Suddenly, one night, there he was!
Impossible but it’s him!
Seated at the same piano he played every night, Adam was there.
