I've listened to your message (pensive) You know, I can only think of two things: either

you've become the best violinist of all times or you've given up (sighs) I've been
thinking for a while, Elena, thinking hard about what I'm going to tell you, I don't want
to make a mistake. Let's see: the last time you called me was three years ago, exactly
on February fourteenth -it's not that I wrote down the dates, it was... February
fourteenth-. We met and you told me that. What I remember most is the tone in which
you told me. A tone, I couldn't say, a... neutral tone. You said: "I have to tell you
something". And bam. You blurted it out: You wanted to become the best violinist of all
time and it turns out that I was a problem because I was taking up your time. Just like
that. But without any drama, just like that. Yes! That's the tone! The "just like that"
tone. "Just like that." As if to say: "My umbrella is broken, it's no good to me, I'll throw it
away. It took me a few seconds to realize that the umbrella was me. (Remember) I
thought you would call me that same night, repentant: ", what a stupid thing to say,
sorry! Nor the next day. Nor the following week.