Heidelberg Piano

Dear friends of piano music, my husband had a fellow student who always looked as if he lived in the imperial era. He never went out of the house without a monocle and walking stick, on festive occasions he wore a uniform richly decorated with medals, otherwise dark suits, unless the sun came out unexpectedly. Then he rushed home to change his clothes for a light summer suit. He had like-minded people who, as loyal to the emperor as he, dreamed of a restoration of the monarchy as the only and ideal form of government. I found this radical form of glorification of the past as fascinating as it was eerie. Of course, our memories, even when it comes to what we have experienced ourselves, never correspond to the facts, because memories are "made" and they even change in the course of our lives. How subjective they are becomes clear in emotionally shocking events such as criminal offenses or divorces - "audiatur et altera pars", one should also hear the other side, bec

Dear friends of piano music, I am pretty sad today, and I will tell you the sad story, because I couldn't write anything else today. A dear old friend of mine lived in a house with her husband, daughter, son-in-law and granddaughter. The husband had a heart condition and became demented as a result, she had to look after him like after a small child. He drove off on his bike, for example, only to tip over somewhere, she always had to keep him from doing things like that. Once when she got home he was just about to cut the garbage can in half with a large saw. When he had died, the daughter and her family also moved away, so that for many years she lived all alone in this house that was previously so full of life. She fell last winter and needed a new hip. When an infection set in after initially going well, she decided not to go to the hospital again, but to die of the infection. I'm afraid that's a pretty commonplace story, but it's incredibly sad. Those who get old

Dear friends of piano music, in the Christian marriage vow it says "I promise you my trust in good and bad days, in health and illness, until death do us part. I want to love, respect and honor you all the days of my life ... . "What is meant by" respect and honor "is perhaps a matter of interpretation. In the 19th century and well into the 20th century in Germany it was not customary for a woman to be allowed to perfect her talents in the same way as a man, provided he had the appropriate financial means. This was even more true of a married woman, and it was also utterly improper for women from higher social classes to make money in art or other activities. So one cannot necessarily expect from an "respecting and honoring" husband that he violates social conventions in order to allow his wife to develop her personality in a manner that is atypical of the time. But this is exactly what I mean by "respect and honor". When I found out that the com

Dear friends of piano music, I know that you shouldn't do that - divide people into categories. But I think a differentiating dichotomy is at least worth considering. I found it at Donna Leon's Comissario Brunetti, whom I find absolutely adorable. If you happen to have the opportunity to see the German film adaptations of Donna Leon's novel - no, that's not the comissario I'm talking about, because I don't mean this figure strolling through advertising brochure-like backdrops, he has almost nothing in common with the original . Guido Brunetti is an ancient historian and philosopher disguised as a commissioner, he discusses literary theory with his wife, and when he's not walking through Venice trying to understand and solve crimes he is reading Sophocle and Tacitus. I find his division of people into readers and non-readers remarkable. Now one has to admit, however, that access to the written word is not distributed particularly fairly in this world. Even