« They’re my friends » he said… He was dancing in the patio. Practicing his moves for the night. Dressed in a dark suit with soft shoes, his hair shining from the gomina and combed to the back, he looked terrific. Pablo, then 5, looked at him in awe… Though he sadly passed away before Pablo started dancing, Pablo’s grandad was a passionate tango dancer, a milonguero, who instilled in him a passion for tango music. He would tell him about it in the early hours of the evenings… while getting ready