IMAGINED LIVES, STRASBOURG
Once I was a piano player. All my life since a little boy. I tried to earn a living, support my family. Now I have to come to the railway station in Strasbourg to even see a piano, I no longer have my own. I am angry, thumping the piano even tho my fingers want to dance across the keys and produce beautiful music as they once did, in the concert halls of the world.
We meet here every day before we go for coffee. We've known each other all our lives. Now our children, grandchildren, don't need us any more, we only have each other. Life is good now so we meet, talk about the old times, how hard its been, drink our coffee and hope our children have better lives than we have, Strasbourg is nice now, but in the past ... ?