Hi, Friends!

I am here again.I know, I have to clear why and how, but not now, ok? So, the story I am going to tell You is, I played concert with my son, we performed Vivaldi's doble concert than with other peole Popper's Requeiem. I feel so good after a long time. Cello is my first and only love, I think. Although my son want to finish playing cello he was so good. He is gifted, no doubt. But more interested in skateboarding. Beside that I have to tell you, that I played orgue at the mass on Sunday. It was the second time I was invited. As you know, last sunday was Palm Sunday. Since I knew to the liturgia of that day belongs the consecration of the palms I went to the Vir Reverendissimus to ask him, wich form of that will be performed. He was very busy, I could't not finde out his idea, He just reached out his hand showing with the fingers on a stain of the book with red cover and a wrinting Holy Week. I thought, shit, there are tree forms, let we see.....I have got the book with the red cover too. Finally came the sunday and I noticed, that the procession form is going to be performed. I started the obligatory chant and the Vir Reverendissimus and his assistentia moved toword the gate. By the time he got there where I was staying suddenly picked out the red book from my hand saying, this stupid sacrist had forgotten to put his exemplar on the ambo. Hmmm, although I knew the order of steps I could not sing all the verses of the chants. So, my friend, I said to myself, let the old ladies to sing. And so did I, with a face of an icon from the middle age. After the consecration one of the ladies followed me to the orgue and offred her hundred year's experience in liturgia what I rejected very politely. She kept on dreading till I shouted an amen answering to text of the Vir Reverendissimus, whose words could be realized only with the long distance special surveillance equipments of the cold war.Than she started to smile hearing my tractus, the solo psalm recital. After the mass some peole came to me saying my performace was fine, among them this certain lady. Than my mother-in-low told me, that she was married three times and beside that ones fellt in love with my wife's grandfather, that's why he wanted to leave the grandmother. She is always the first in the churche, praying with eyes turned to the sky, obviously have a lot of to confess.