Failed Musician

Failed Musician? My uncle died, he was on holiday in Piraeus when a pig fell off a balcony, he left a piano and since his wife didn’t want it in her house, mother took it, only because it would lend an impression of high culture, and no one else in our neighbourhood had one. I played on it day and night, picked up tunes on radio and played them on the piano; people where impressed, mother too, but she needed her rest worked long hours at a canning factory; one day, coming home from school, a big empty space, I cried mother gave me Danish pastry, they were a day old but still tasty. I’m glad she sold the piano, though I might have ended up a restaurant pianist driving from town to town playing evergreens as background music for bored diners