My festival (continued)

Arte on Saturday will focus on Berlin and on some of its inhabitants'life.
The musician's life will be Daniel Barenboïm's. So as it was september08, he was rehearsing Eugene Onegin at the Staatsoper with a very fine cast directed by Achim Freyer with all his dancers. Very special indeed.
That 10am insight into a musician's life is going to be my own "festival' a revival of that moment at the Staatsoper, never to be forgotten.

I know Rolando enjoyed being part of this adventure because he loves trying new artistic projects. He was nearly always on stage, even after his death and bouncing in that special way , looking like a harmless Pierrot and Tatiana (sweet Anna Samuil) was his lost Columbine. I am word for word opposed to the conclusion of the article. I was not bored for even one second! I loved the waltz, partly because I never heard it played with that rhythm, and I was fascinated and amused by the flying chairs. Better than the usual display of costumes and stiff characters, here I could feel even more the bored atmosphere of those country squires and their special occasions to match their girls to suitable men.
My trip was not only motivated by the opera and discovering Rolando Villazon in Lenski.
I had to see Berlin, its museums,the marks of History, important tasks I had to do before getting too old really to be able to face them.
I remember how moved I was while watching Mistlav Rostropovich play his cello.
When following the fall of The Wall on TV, I chose to live in the ex-East German part to do a kind of pilgrimage, not far from Hanna Arendt street . This is Richard Tauber as mentioned in the Memorial leaflet.


The wall was also on my agenda on that autumn trip. I had no problem in finding my way and taking buses, as every body I met was a fine English-speaker, another good point! (I avoid taking the underground because I want to see as much as possible and time does not mean anything to me now. I never used to have time before! So now I just take my time! I took a train and went to a more popular area to walk what is left of the wall, now an artistic project. The decorations were altered and trash paintings took over with rather underground designs showing somehow the kind of disillusion which is spreading among young people all over our so called affluent democratized societies. Here are some pictures:

I gazed at them trying to understand. Some were crying loud...