He tapped his chest.
“Deda,” she said, “you can’t learn from a screen. You are the school.” Zvucna skola za harmoniku sa dugmadima 1.pdf
That night, Una asked him to teach her. Not from the PDF, but from his memory. He opened the file anyway, laying the tablet on the kitchen table like a sacred text. They went through page one: posture, bellows control, the home row of buttons. He tapped his chest