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My Brush with Greatness
In 1958 I was living in Seville, Spain,
in a lovely house in the Barrio de Santa Cruz.
One morning during that winter I walked from our little street into the Patio de Banderas. There was a horse and carriage parked
at the curb, there was no driver, but an elderly man My back was to the wall of the building
but I was afraid to approach I finally drew up He nodded, I stepped forward and shook
hands with Winston Churchill,
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