Mum Run Off With A Piano Teacher

Once, when I still worked as a psychologist, I went to one of those mind numbing workshops; you know the american style "how can i smile through my greeted teeth" type of a thing (DISCLAIMER: no offense intended. It's just that you can't train dark slavic souls to be positive. I mean, we are realists and world is not as peachy as they want us to believe - although it has its rare moments).

Anyway, there was this wacky music therapist seating next to me. I counted that she rolled her eyes more times than I did when requested to perform. So, after the thing finished I asked her to come out for a dinner with me. She was from the city the workshop thing was in, I lived 2 hours away. After some basic fare and good number of beers she said, "why don't you stay in my place tonight?". Even for Yugoslav standards that was pretty forward considering we met only a couple of hours ago.

We stayed up all night long, laying on her bed with a beer in one hand and a big fat joint in another, watching Sviatoslav Richter, one of the most amazing pianist of all time. Looking at his hands move with the speed of light. Feeling safe in a strangers house. Feeling like this world is not a bad place to be in.

P.S Which famous Irish writers mother run off with her piano teacher? I'll send the first one who guesses one of my prints, any they want.