I should have known. The day of my examination of fifth grade I had to figure out what I was going to meet. I mean I had to pick the signal that life would have been chosen to do a thousand things, if possible at the same time, the fact that I had to ask the commissioner to be examined first, because that morning I had to take the exam for admission at the Conservatory "N. Paganini "in Genoa. It would be the first in a series of times I passed along to others ... then run elsewhere
The idea to enroll in the conservatory I had come just before the deadline expires for the submission of the application. My doubts were in fact due to the fact that he had also asked Santa, my classmate in my opinion "too polite". From this I deduced that they were all at the Conservatory "too polite" for my taste and what made that school unattractive to my eyes. I did not feel up to it. (Around the education of musicians I had the opportunity to reconsider widely in subsequent years).
I did the entrance examination for piano. Not passed. S. yes. I only remember that my mother had me dressed as a good girl with a horrible blue dress that I hated, the dancers in gold and a briefcase with the scores. Of course just before I turn the handle of the case broke and I was forced to enter the hall of the Conservatory, with all the committee sided with the briefcase under his arm, showing off casually and trying to hide the embarrassment. Even from there I had to learn a lot ...
However, he was admitted to the class of cello. Once inside, I thought, would be easier to change tools and pass into the piano class. Needless to say I play cello for the past 17 years and do not touch the piano from about the same ... sometimes fate, fortunately, has the eye longer than ours ...
My approach with the school was rather strange. Meanwhile, the middle school attached to the Academy was located in a building where there were normal ordinary apartments, tenants, regularly disturbed by unruly students who never missed an opportunity to ring doorbells, knocking and getting caught up in the rugs with their tumbles down the stairs. And then also the classrooms were arranged in small apartments, so every time he needed to move to another class was done a kind of transhumance in the head with chairs and you could watch a steady stream of children wandering aimlessly up and down the stairs (to the delight of the above mentioned tenants).
As neither normal corridors or open space, the range was carried out in this way: a janitor named Antonina, I can not remember the exact geographical origin but, given their focus, I would tend to exclude it in Bolzano, you, hung down the stairs of the building with a bell in hand, announcing the beginning of the recreation. Then we went to the bathroom one at a time, before returning to class. Basta. It was not a particularly uplifting morning, except for sporadic episodes, like the time my companion as B. had reduced to pieces a sink (no one ever knew how he did) or when he savagely beat another one of our partner, probably exhausted from the boredom generated by our so-called "recreation".
Of course those were also the years of great friendships and first fired. I remember that for a The average period of me and my friend E. A. We were in love with, a third boy, pianist, whose class was separated from us by a wooden door. Since our bank and had placed his own at the door, I and E. spent the morning looking through the keyhole and writing his name in the diary. Until one day approaching the eye to the keyhole saw another eye looking at us the other side! The fear was that we stopped spying on him and we were forced to seek our prey in the classroom, challenging task as our companions were mostly ugly, immature and rude (obviously excluding S.).
Those averages, however, were the best years. The music unites us and our school life was marked by instrument lessons, orchestra rehearsals and travel to make our first concerts. I of course I will not settle this and not just to be with folded hands, I went to tennis lessons 3-4 times per week, doing well in tournaments around Liguria and thus laying a solid foundation for the breakdowns in I was soon prey.
In high school things changed radically. Our class was separated and each of us suddenly found himself surrounded by "normal" people, ie those anthropomorphic creatures who go to school in the morning, the afternoon studying and unheard, they sleep at night. Instead, we went to school in the morning, we had lessons in the afternoon and studied at the Conservatory in the evening ... then sleep the next morning in class. Of course, except for those, like myself, after school, had the bright idea to go for tennis lessons, then go directly into the conservatory, giving each event along the road with the parent on duty for the exchange racket / cello . But do not rule out that he had forgotten this fundamental shift and sometimes more than once that I found wrong with the equipment at the wrong time.
The only time I felt like everyone else was on Saturday afternoon, when placed greek books, shoes, cellos, I could go out with friends to watch the windows and talking about boys ... until
course, got a new cello teacher, I moved the day of class on Saturday afternoon. From that moment on, my life took a turn surreal and at times tragic.
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