Forty years ago I landed in Lisbon.
Lisbon was a kind of a myth for those who lived so far away as I lived. My mom used to tell me stories about a sophisticated town, about ladies wearing gloves and hats, about kind gentleman, about a lake where lovers could sail...
I knew nothing about a Portuguese feeling named "saudade". One month later that feeling was part of me.
Here I am, paying my tribute to this wonderful town. It is also my town. It's one of my towns.