A cheerful girl jumped in at the taxi rank in South street.
I was playing a beautiful background piano piece by Martin Kohlstedt.
While asking her if she likes piano music she replies “I was told don’t get it”
Me; “Sorry how do you mean”
She; “My piano teacher told me I have no sense for music”
She got piano lessons from 6 till 10Y years old, her hand could not even reach an octave (8 keys) So the teacher made her stretch her tiny hands every day.
Till this day she has deformed thumb bones which she showed me with a big smile.