Sunday, July 20, 2008

I Wish You Were Here

I love music and this is something I can't live without. Many things I've learned with my parents, many others with my brother.

My brother is 9 years older than me, and instead of being bored for having such younger sister, he was always very protective and for many years, my best friend. It took a long time though until he allowed me to touch his records collection.

One day he arrived home with a copy of "The Dark Side of the Moon" and called me: "You have to listen to this." I was maybe 7, he was 16.

We stayed both lying on the carpet, in the dark, eyes shut, listening to that incredible Pink Floyd. I couldn't understand a word but that was the least important, my brother showed me how to feel the music inside me. I've learned that. And I also learned that impressions from our childhood will stay with us forever.

That is why when I miss my brother I close my eyes and remember him protecting me and holding my hands while he was teaching me to listen with my heart.


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