Leoncavallo and other stories

The opera was great. I do not fancy opera, I never did. Maybe it is because of my father, that hates it. Maybe is because I cannot understand what they sing in my own language. I found myself reading the subtitles in dutch trying to follow what they were singing. But when Canio started with "Ridi Pagliaccio" I got the shivers running all over me. 2 hours flew away like a "battito di ciglia" and I found myself screaming bravo and clapping hands loud. There is something about doing things for the first time, something incredible that makes you feel like a kid, that makes you open your eyes up wide and capture every little shade, something that deepen your senses, changes your perspective, makes you feel like a virgin.

When I walked out Amsterdam looked even more beautiful. I was in a glorious mood. I met with Nando, Enrichetta and her father again. I was very open to some conversation and we discussed about the opera and Amsterdam and Holland and how good it is to be here.

Strange days

Today was a strange day. I decided not to go to Breda and stay here in Amsterdam. The plan was to go to the opera, Pagliacci: Ridiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii Pagliaccioooooooooooooooo that is all I knew about it. I woke up before the alarm clock, fixed myself a royal breakfast like I never do, showered and jumped on my oma fiets to go and get the tickets at Nando's place since he had forgotten his wallet at home. I am always amazed by the beaty of Amsterdam when am I am not obsessed about getting to places in time and the sun was brightening things up. I was feeling good. I locked my bike and ran up the stairs. Irene was there and we had a small chat since I always have "cockroaches in my ass" like they say in Kosovo. I quickly run to the Muziek Theather but I had to wait. There was a delay with the rehearsal. After half an hour Nando came out and had this plan of me getting in and jump into the "buca" to get access to the artists restaurant. I was scared about it, since I am notoriously brave, but I said yes and walk into the Theather. Fortunately doors were shut and I could not get in so I met him in the hall. We were walking around spotting preys when he saw Enrichetta. They waved and we walked to her. She is the "Prima Ballerina" of the theather and she was sitting at a table with her father. After 10 seconds she was already on my nerves. I quickly looked through her accessories. A Luis Vitton bag, prada boots and an attitude. It was time to move on, the show was about to begin. I found my place and I was looking around amazed. The intense red, the ceiling lights, the sound of the tuning instruments. I was like in a trance, my arms on the balcony, my head resting on them...