The Nutcracker

New blog post about the time, when, at the age of 18, I spent a year in a monastery.

The Magic Piano

I was not tall enough to reach the pedals on my grandparents’ grand piano. It definitely did not stop me from trying, however. The piano belonged to us for generations, many of my family, mostly the women, played on it. Some of the keys had numbers written on them in red ink with the beautifully… Continue reading The Magic Piano