The violin has always been my favourite instrument for as long as I can remember. The only instrument, in my opion, that almost got a human soul, which can express a variety of emotions reaching from sheer madness over rage and melancholy to happiness, joy and freedom. It’s also the only instrument that makes me feel all tingly, warm and fussy on the inside – these are the so-called butterflies in your stomach when you are in love.
Ever since I heard Maxim Vengerov, a world-famous violinist, playing, I have fallen even more in love with the volin (if that is, actually, possible).
I intend to take violin lessons after the summer holidays, which will be at the end of August. However, I need financial help from my mother as I couldn’t possibly afford €38 per month due to my education fees (and all the rest one needs to pay for a living). I asked her yesterday again (the first time I asked her, she said, she had had to think about it), and she told me, I could take violin lessons AFTER my education when I could afford it myself. That would be at least another six months from now!!! I hope I can convince her that I’m very serious about it and that it means a lot to me…
P. S. Yesterday, I touched a violin for the very first time – my mom and I were at a flea market, the stores were also open for business, and a little music store had one, just one, violin placed in a case. I let my fingers glide over the scroll, the strings, the f-holes, the bow, the wood, read the small note that was carefully placed in the case, which said, among other things, “€138” and “from 1910”. I was pleasantly surprised that the strings felt really comfortable when being pushed down, not as hard on the finger as a guitar string, which was a relieve – I had secretly been worried about that for a while now. I couldn’t take my eyes off of it as I was in total awe, in a different world, as I’m often times when I’m fascinated by something. Time had stopped… everything else had stopped… there was nothing else on my mind, in the world… no worries, no fears, neither a tomorrow nor a yesterday. Just a violin in a suitcase. Everything else simply didn’t exist, was blacked out by my perception and I could have, as well, be standing there for all eternity, frozen in time, it wouldn’t have mattered…
