I have always been a fan of Salvador Dali, trying to be a bit of a painter myself, but lately the interest has returned full force, I am really getting into his life and everything.
Anyway, today I was having a really shitty day, and was sitting on the train on my way home, reading my Dali book when this sweet old man leant over and said.
“Do you like Dali”
To which I responded, “yes”
Then he said " I used to know him!"
It turns out that this man was Brazilian but had lived in new york in his twenties and he lived in the same hotel as Dali for 1 and a half years. It was amazing to hear him talk about this incredible man. He actually had tears welling up in his eyes. I listening to him the whole way home. It was the best therapy. I was absolutely enthralled. It was just amazing to think of the coincidence, you know. Funny how small the world really is.
As for me I just can’t get over having met someone who knew Dali, it is like a very very small connection.
Rock on. I really have nothing to add, but rock on. We hit the Dali museum in St. Petersburg, FL, and I loved it.
I’m two connections away from two US Presidents. I know a Pulitzer-Prize-winning journalist that is/was good friends with George HW Bush and John F. Kennedy.