At the present moment, I am working on a very special and moving project for me.
I will tell you my story briefly:
My four grandparents were exiled from Europe during the Second World War.
They survived, but most of their families could not make it, and where exterminated by the atrocities of the Nazi regime.
My grandparents were able to start a new life in South America, where my parents met and I was born and raised.
Eighty years later, I decided to move back to Europe, being the first one of my family tree to come back to Europe with these intentions.
This physical and symbolic movement means a lot to me.
So much that I decided to go all the way:
I have composed 4 pianos pieces, each dedicated to a grandparent: Richard, Dora, Freddy and Yetty.
I have also composed 4 movements, each being a stage of this journey: Exile, New Beginning, Calling, Reconciliation.
The whole project is called “Reconciliation” and in the following year I will be playing it firstly in my grandparents hometowns, and secondly I will spread It all over Europe, and why not, the entire globe.
This is my way of healing the wounds that the war has left in my family and me.
It is my way of illuminating the bond that ties me to this beautiful continent, restoring trust and honouring my roots.
It is my way of calling for unity and solidarity in this actual world where misconceptions of separation and fear arise once again.
First single of the album.
Not only did I never meet my grandmother Dora, but all the stories I had heard from her were not positive ones.
I had difficulties at first to receive her song, but as the days passed, I decided to just sit in front of the piano and wait for the love and the gratitude towards her to emerge in me. At the same time I was composing this piece, I read the letters she received from her family after her emigration to Argentina. She had to leave her parents and her sister in Germany, since there was only money for one of the family to travel.
The letters are heartbreaking. The first ones carried hope in them, wishing they would find the way to travel to Argentina as well, hoping the war would end soon. But as the dates advance, they were obliged to exile to Poland, and gradually everything is taken away from them. In the last letters received by my grandmother, the words are almost unbearable. Her parents and her sister are practically living in the street, eating from charity, until no more news is heard from them.
I could see her pain, feel her guilt. I tried to think how would my personality be transformed if I had to abandon my whole family, and be a witness of how they slowly disappear. I could then understand her anger and her ways of dealing with such pain. It was compassion what drove me into this song. My father told me that even in her last days of life, lying on the bed, she cried for her parents and her sister, asking for forgiveness.