Many years have gone by, many experiences added, many lessons learned. I keep counting my blessings for having had strength, never loosing faith and having had the courage to follow my dream. It has been a lone walk, many hurdles to overcome; I never felt lonely, I was so blessed having my music. I still remember the pain, the dreadful scenes of the WW ll, it devoured all that was dear to me, my three pianos, my books, my home, my brother, all my dear animals, my country. I am trying to put all that behind, learning to live with that sorrow is a never ending effort in my life. I recall the day when I stood and watched how flames devour my home, I still hear the cries of  the burning pianos.  The harrowing journey has denied me of many things that I have to live with, one being having nightmares every night. I was a young child, I remember my plea to have a piano again some day, to have a library filled with wonderful books. I had indomitable will to survive and kept my faith. For so many years I have been practicing countless hours and continuing my journey, they have been filled with joy and gratitude for having survived the dire days. With pride I look at my four pianos, that I have been able to acquire. The fragrance of the beautiful flowers, that I received after the recital, fills my home, every bloom tells me a story. In my heart, I dedicate each bloom to someone dear. I dedicate a rose with prayer to Peace from my heart.