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I just wanted to please, accomplish, also because that was all I knew how to do.

In those days, without realizing it, the little concubine had taken shape and began to move her first steps.

I remember that I was crazy about the music lessons I took from an elderly conductor who had settled not far from my parents' house, after retiring.

I waited impatiently for Thursday afternoon, the day I went to the teacher's house: he welcomed me into the living room and gave me music lessons, letting me practice on his piano.

One day, when I got home from school, while we were all gathered around the table and my sister Silvia was making an incredible racket on the high chair with ladles and lids, my mother smiled at me and said: "Mysia, your father and I have decided that you won’t be going to music lessons any longer, but starting next week you will attend the

artistic gymnastics classes at the municipal gym.

It’s not normal that all your peers are attending those classes, while you, with your music, withdraw into yourself more and more!"