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…..