Soccer, heat and thunder

Here we are, finally in our new dwelling in the middle of Berlin.

My Horn warmed up nicely to 180 square m of empty room, and luckily the people above don't mind music at all - which, when adding the violin, flute and recorder in the family, is indeed something to be thankful for. We keep the time limited though to from 9 - 12 am and again from 3 - 6 pm to show some consideration.

The Germany-Italy soccer match had Music on its own: all over Berlin there were open air parties following the match on outside screens. We got the highlights carried acustically over from some lively corner-assembly: mighty ahhhs or awwwws, depending on the situation. I waited for a final great sound once the game was over, but it didn't come ("we" lost... it seems, the disappointment hit so hard that there wasn't even a groan).

All this - our arrival in Berlin and the game - went on in sweltering heat, the unmentionable bland France - Portugal match, too. The following day came the mighty roar of a thunderstorm and rain yesterday that flooded parts of the city and sent watercascades down subway-stairs while we listened to Dvorak's Cello concerto on the travel radio - it has some lovely Horn solos indeed!

Written today in the internetcafe ...