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Yes. Let's not start the well-known depressing how I got back. Even though we've been here a few times and rightly so, there is still an active core, and it creates an anxiety with its fair demands, in the honest, but yet so poor retro researcher, who is always anxiously looking to find something special, for him first, and then his joy to multiply as much as possible, as long as of course the views have a tender nostalgic understanding look, and not gossip, malice, picturesqueness and poverty. I had said that I would not dwell on it again, since what exists is not worthy of the retro past, but today I saw that 17 years have passed since the death of the bonatsos, who fell, we would say, heroically fighting the Athenian night, so I had to search for some old archives and bring up documents. Now if the cocaine or the illness played a role. Probably both. But it is striking how much provincial and miserable gossipers we are in this country. It is as if so many of our beloved foreign musicians, actors, and artists in general, who escaped from addictions, or on nights that they escaped more than they should have and were lost, and lived less than the bonatsos, we love them less for that, for their weaknesses. Many times I would say that they may make us cringe even more. But the issue here is not mythologizing, but the opposite, shame and insanity. What I think works is that there is no biography of excellence for the artists we like here. No matter how honestly no one talks about the subject of drugs. It's a good thing we have the internet now, and everyone knows what they're risking. Otherwise, we love Bonaparte, for what he was, and his musical work, especially up until the 80s.