Days of the Tel-Aviv Conservatory

The first concert was probably not the first concert.
There were pots. Conducting records. There were self composing acts
In various occasions, always within the odd device, while
playing, in front of the audience: Who are you? What are you
doing here? Will you be able to think the music without touching it, will it play
on its own?
once I stopped, only to see. The glances were doleful.
The child has forgotten.
I remember to this day.