I played clarinet last month at Café Europa, a day-care program for Holocaust survivors. Some of the audience spoke on my show, but who has the nerve to tell Holocaust survivors to stop kibitsing? Not me. Harry from Poland and Gary from Romania chatted 10 feet away from me. I said, “Keep talking, guys. I’ll play lounge music and you keep talking. I played the old jazz standard “Misty”. Then I said, “All we need is cigarettes, just like the good old days.” Then we talked about cigarettes. Charlotte, a Czech, said that in her hometown only men smoked.