“Please Mom, I am hungry.” A soft cry came from the back of the house. The sun had gone down hours ago. The bright moon exposed haunting images. A little girl was sitting in the far corner of the only room that was not totally destroyed by the air attack. ” Who hurt my doll, why was my teddy bear scorched?” Why, why, why was the only question that Lara had left, everything else that she had had was taken…..
Years have gone by so quickly. I remember my first recital in Copenhagen, Denmark. I was thirteen years old. The door to the stage opened and with such confidence I walked toward the piano. The feeling was indescribable. The minute I started playing the beautiful Grand Polonaise brillante By F. Chopin, I did not feel like a refugee child anymore, I felt like a survivor of the harrowing WW ll that had destroyed Europe, I felt like climbing a mountain; on the other…..