Get Your Hands
April 27, 2009 Known in Poland as “King Kristian the Glorious” the white haired pianist said, after almost reaching the end of his program, something not quite audible. Was it “keep your hands off my country” or “get your hands”? A murmur went through the audience flummoxed by the indistinctness of his words. Either phrase opened a roomful of possibilities. Did I want new ones, or would I keep those already attached to my wrists? “Get your hands”: I could use new ones, I thought. Others with the same idea had left their seats and walked down to the...
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