From SALSA to SLIM DUSTY and back...my Revolution. Havana,Cuba,1955 I entered this world. My Romanian Jewish parents had migrated there, the sexiest place on earth just after the war and discovered an enchanted life. Right place, right time. My father was a celebrated pianist there and became the proud owner of two famous nightclubs in Havana. When Castro and Che crashed his party we left and escaped to El Salvador. We then escaped El Salvador's revolution and moved to Guatemala. We then escaped the Guatemalan revolution. My father said " George, we have to find a place where they're too lazy to have a revolution."