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According to my diaries...
- According to your diaries...

I decided on the piano, the piano...
when I was 18 or 19, around that time.

But I had doubts before that...
- Why only at 18?

Well, I just mean... at some point
I imagined what would happen

if I did something else, you know?

Because I had always been very
interested in acting, for example.

But you stopped that when
you moved to London...

Well, I officially stopped when I
was 9 or 10, but then I went back

to taking acting lessons...

But I had doubts from time to time...

small doubts, like so...

PIANISTS STREET

Bosquet St., Brussels

In 1982 the Tiempo-Lechner family
settled down here, a renowned dynasty

of Argentine pianists.

Five years later, Martha Argerich
moved to the house next door,

whose doors would always be open
to countless other musicians.

Barely fourteen years old, Natasha
Binder is the last promise

of the street.

It starts from this G.
- E – C – E – G.

From this G going to this E.
Play it very slowly once.

Wait, Chang. Very slowly.

No, don't look at me, look there.
- At this speed?

Slower, slower.

Hello, you have reached
Martha Argerich's residence,

please leave your message.
Thank you.

Who's coming there?
The little daughter?

Mmm-hmmm.

Someday it will be incredible for
you to read all these things.

The sheer amount of diaries,
from when I was eighteen,

from I don't know when...

Look, from 1980.

Look, "I'm barely loved, some people
are scared of me..." Loneliness, etc.

There was a very interesting
one here, about the piano.

How cute!
- Do you understand my handwriting?

Let's see.

"Forrowing..."
No, no...

"Following these... instructions"
No, come on, let me do it!

"Following these instructions to a T..

the result will be disastrous.
Sounds, when fingers..."

"Move pressing keys"
- "...move, pressing keys

that are black and white". Oh really?
Thank you, I wasn't aware of that!

"You can press several keys at once
in order to obtain combined sounds.

As this occurs, you can also use
your right or left foot..."

But where did I get this from?
- You were describing a piano!

Here are more things, see? Take a look.

"At last we have reached our goal
Since we arrived in Europe:

finding a good piano teacher. I had
my first lesson with Maestro Sancan."

This is very interesting,
also, knowing what happened.

Because sometimes you ask me about all
these things, and I don't remember

everything... and here it is,
all written down. It's incredible...

You think this one is no good?
- It is good, but wait.

Ok, just a sec.

I can play the piano but putting
on earrings is not my thing...

Ok, done.

Did you get them on?
Yes, perfect.

I got very nervous about
your earring, mom.

But could it be a bit more introverted?

Because I hear your "boom boom."
- Ok. More introverted.

Ok, this was very nice.
Very nice.

But here I liked it better before,
when you sang the notes a bit more.

It's not introverted like the beginning.
Can we try it? From here?

I love it.

Don't you like it?

I like it a lot more, Natasha.
- Ok. Do you want to try number 1?

No. Because we won't be playing it.

I mean, we can't play
two encores from "Dolly"...

No, but... ok, ok.

On the other hand, we can
play the other Brahms...

We should talk about this
with Sergio, but...

Do you want to try number 6?
Let's try number 6...

Do you want me to act
like you usually do?

What do you mean?

"Oh mom, can't you see I'm tired?"
- But you are not tired!

What?
- Just kidding... doesn't matter.

Found them.

I'm not sure if this is interesting
for you, I found these ones from '78,

I was thirteen. A year younger
than you, and I was much more...

Look, "Piano", I don't know if
this is interesting for you,

but it's closer to your age.
- A year younger than me.

Did you say older?
- No, a year younger.

"I'm turning thirteen."

Do you have something about me?

But darling, this was way
before you came along...

"Colón Theater. Played there for the
first time. My debut. Everything fine.

Thrilling experience. Great audience,
several autographs, not too many..."

"After dinner, went
to bed at 3 A.M." Wow...

22nd May, 1980

Writing just for its own sake
may not make much sense,

but it makes me feel good.
It may seem odd, but writing helps me

trust myself more. I listen to
everyone that surrounds me,

because I still need the advice
and opinions of my elders.

But one must grow. And in most cases
I feel that my way is the best.

that's why I've decided to work more,
and I want to challenge myself to be

a good and serious musician.

Which is not easy at all, because
you can't make it with talent alone.

From now on, I'll feel the
sacrifice in this career.

Fortunately, music is my main interest.
And even though I sometimes feel

the need to use my time for other
activities - like swimming, writing,

going to school, etcetera -
I feel capable of sacrifice.

Mom was right: life is
all about sacrifice.

...is the title Schumann gave to this
immortal work, which should be

conceived as a kind of
intimate reverie. Right?

It's not just about achieving a
beautiful sound or expressive phrasing

One should create a sense of dream.

The truth is, one should dream
this piece, rather than play it.

Would you allow me to take your place?

Wow.

It's a step higher.

Or half a step.

No, a step.

And here, don't connect
these two phrases.

They are different elements

I'm scared of his look...
of those eyes!

of a same musical condition.

And here, like a question of sorts...

And here again, tenderly...

questioning the future.

And from this moment on, the
piece reaches - not by music itself,

but by a stroke of genius - immortality.

Impressive!

Great. And have you tried
playing it like that?

No.

But you had to study those
things granny Babasha told you.

Did you try them upstairs?
- Yes, I did.

The piano upstairs is useless; it's
too soft. You have to go downstairs.

See, here? Look.

You have to press here.

Go play with it, but not here, okay?

Everything's settled?
- Yes.

We are working there, nowadays...

Is your daddy too strict
during your piano lessons?

No.
- No? Is he kind?

But sometimes...
- But sometimes...

But he is kind like my mother.

Thank you very much...

She is well prepared already;
she knows what to say...

Everyone in the family is a pianist.
- She is already 99 years old.

She is a pianist too?
- Yes, she was my father's teacher.

Oh well...

It's a bit like the Tiempos' story.
- Like the Tiempos, exactly.

It's Karin, right?

It's Mendelssohn.
- Yes, it's Mendelssohn. So it's Karin.

It must be awful to practice when you
know every single note is being heard...

Oh, yes, it's terrible...

Especially with a
neighbor like this one...

And how about when Martha is home!
- Yes. Nobody practices?

When you must, you must...

Repeat it once again, please.

We should call them. Hey! The ones
playing Mendelssohn!

Please once more!
- Encore!

Once again, we're trying to
figure out what it is.

And next time, when you start over,
you should play a whole program here.

This one takes after Mila quite a bit.
- Do you think so?

Am I the only one who thinks so?
- No, I don't think so.

Had you already seen that
picture, Natasha?

No. Well, just for a second.
Is this you? How old were you there?

Here, fifteen. Or fourteen.
Yes, fourteen, like you.

No way!

You look older!

A lot older!
- Babasha...

Babasha what?
- ...fantastic body!

You seem impressed.

Why did they wear
that over their heads?

Bathing caps, they were
used around that time.

This is the photo I remember.
From Mozart's Triple Concerto.

It's strange how you
played side by side...

My father was playing all of Mozart's
Concerti in Radio El Mundo.

So he said he would play the one for
two pianos with my mother as usual,

and for the Triple Concerto they
said they would have me on.

In my father's words: "Lyl
could do the third piano".

Really?
- Can't you see?

Yes, but I didn't know.

There's so much you
don't know, sweetie...

Who is next in line?
- Natasha Binder!

Pour a few drops here...
- Sure.

This morning I fixed a
fruit salad for myself!

She ate all kinds of berries!
- I can't believe it.

What was the fruit salad like?
- Raspberries and bananas.

And... sugar. But... it was fruit!
- Well done!

But wait a moment, there were all
kinds of berries and she ate them all.

Natasha, are your classmates
coming to the concert?

Yes.
- Oh, are they?

Yes, there's Jamie, you know her...
also Lily, who's coming with her mom.

And what about your teachers?

My French teacher asked
if she could come.

Yes, I said, "bring more people!"

And your math teacher was very eager
to come - her last name is Schubert.

You know, my History teacher is
the best teacher I've ever had,

because she loves what she does.
She studied millions of things.

So we were talking about prehistory
and cave paintings, and she asked us:

"Does anybody here make art, draw, or
play music?" So then I raised my hand.

"Just a bit..."

That's a great question!
- And you never asked yourself that!

Then I answer... "Well... because
I like it!" So then she says "Oh, ok."

and starts asking the others, and they
all reply, "Because I like it".

Finally, she says: "well, don't you
think it's possible that they painted

because they liked doing it?"
- Also because they liked it, exactly!

That's so nice!
- Absolutely!

Sergio, when you went to school,
did you have teachers like the

ones Natasha was describing?
- Yes, I had some excellent teachers.

My teacher was there when
Sergio went to school.

Which one?
- Miss Boucher.

Oh, but she never taught me.
- When you were in school,

did you already know you definitely
wanted to be a pianist?

No, not at all... not at all.
- Not even in the end?

Not even!
- And when was that?

Yes, when did you decide?

The thing is, it's very strange,
because I was already a pianist,

so it was difficult to
decide to be a pianist...

it's like suddenly deciding
to be a human being...

that's what I am, so how could I know?
- But it is different, anyway...

No, deciding on a profession, that's
the issue... but when you are already

a musician, a pianist, when you've
been doing it your whole life...

the decision is strange, because
it is not a decision at all.

Very well, thank you very much, darling.
She is very kind and collaborative.

We are ready,
all of us are ready...! And now...

I want the mommy!
- You want the mommy?

The mommy is not coming now.

Because we have to do the drums,
so who is coming? You know who it is?

That's right! Let's hear those drums,
very well prepared.

Daddy!
- How scary!

Wait for it...

That's great! Such nice drums!

Should we show daddy
how we hop on the trains?

Can we sing for daddy, cutie pie?

The fattest of them all is...
The fattest or the biggest?

The fattest.
- Ok.

The fattest of them all is the daddy,
then comes the mommy.

The tallest one is the brother,
who takes the other one by the hand.

The little girl comes behind, and
they all go for a stroll.

All the little fingers
will sleep well.

Bye bye.

Chau chau.

Au revoir.

- G... C...

Prizes, I want the prizes.

What color do you want them?
- Green and blue.

Those are for you, my love.

Come here, sweetie.

I want the treble clef foot.

No, I need the treble
clef foot, darling...

You see how strange?
- It's weird, really...

Mine are super sweaty.
- They are super sweaty!

What's going on?
- I don't know...

Ok. Try going like this.

Let's try... don't turn the page.
Actually, I'll try like this.

But not fast, not fast.

I had this teacher who said that
in case of repeated notes,

one should raise and lower the wrist.

What was that piece I played
with tons of repeated notes?

Is it better?

Mom, could we not talk while
we play, and then we can go back?

But I didn't talk while
we played, or did I?

A bit... but it doesn't matter!
- Ok.

So that we can do the other ones
from start to finish, numbers 4 and 5,

and then if there is something
to say, we can do them again.

Agreed.

You were saying things like
"pianissimo" and whatnot...

While we were playing.
- Right.

If I don't say it right when it
happens, I sometimes forget...

I know... but it's very
difficult to enjoy it otherwise.

You must sing that A a bit more.
I'm sorry to talk, but there you...

Ok, then let's start again.
- Sure, but for example, you see there?

When you have to make a note fuller,
according to my taste, I have to say it

immediately, otherwise...
- Ok, understood.

Ok, can we go on?

How is the fourth
movement coming along?

Good.

And that part is
repeated lots of times.

Which is the difficult part
in that movement? Sing it for me.

I know which one...

No, no. It doesn't
seem that hard to me.

Yes, I know.

No. Can I speak or not?

No, because... you're so annoying.
Now I've lost my thread.

I can't remember what I wanted to say.

Oh, the fugue!

Because at one point the hands
have to cross a lot, and that's hard.

And did you try that part...

the legato, as I taught you?
- But it's not hard. Right?

No, it's not hard, but Schumann asks
for a legato with the fingers,

not just with the pedal.

Did you try that?
- I think so.

And so?
- I don't remember.

So you didn't try it.

Next question, on bar number 55,
bottom of the page, when it goes...

I think it should go...

The rhythm.
- It's a quarter-note on the score.

It's not on the score, but
I think it's way cooler...

So it's like a sixteenth: "ba-boom"

Yes, like that, a sixteenth.
And then, comes...

I went like this...

And you left it at...

Do you like it?

Yes, yes, without the quarter-note.
- Ok.

So, little Karin, are you studying?
What are you doing?

Well, I started looking at a score;
I'll tell you about it later, because...

I'll show you when you come,
I'm liking it quite a bit.

Ok.

And besides that, taking
care of Natasha a bit,

things are better with Natasha...
so, distracted with several things.

Now I'm waiting for Debrus, who's
coming with Colette, our manager,

to talk about the
projects with our trio...

I don't know if I want
to go away next week.

I agree, it's best if you stay.
- But I wanna have a week of vacations.

And what about Spain?
Isn't that vacations?

No.
- How come?

Because I will be studying there.
- Well but only two hours per day,

the rest will be vacations.
- But still, if I'm not in Brussels

the other week I should be
studying as hard as I can, right?

Honestly, mom.
- Is that so?

Right? If I'm in Brussels
I won't skip studying.

The second piece should be ready.
- I know, but I'm not talking about that.

Ok, never mind.
- What are you talking about?

Nothing, never mind.

Where are we?

Good question.

I knew how to hold up, I kept
calm and never lost control.

I went through new and uncomfortable
situations, and I said to myself that

everything would turn out fine, that
there was no real reason to get angry

or nervous. I learned how to
enjoy every good moment,

really enjoying it to the fullest.
There are very few good moments

because life is hard. I realized
that I was the only one that didn't

constantly complain about everything.
I remembered mom's words on greatness

and how very few people achieve it.
It became absolutely clear:

everything was a reason to complain:
sleepiness, hunger, fatigue, heat,

dressing rooms, people, etc.
I couldn't understand them.

I thought: Dear music, you help me
think better than anyone or anything.

I didn't choose this life and now
I'm being forced to follow the rules

of the game, these horrible rules
that I refuse to learn.

I can't allow myself to wallow...

What's this? "Poor little daughter,
I understand her perfectly and

I take pity on her. I still remember
her when she was a child, how much I

loved her, how much I still love her"
- What's that all about?

You'll see, just keep on listening.

"Now she's another person. Or is she
the same Karin, who is now an adult?

I let her follow her path and I
rejoice when she can walk on her own.

I suffer silently when she falls, when
she hurts herself, when she gets dizzy

but I let her go on. Her growing up
reminds me inevitably of my old age.

I am not the young mother anymore.
I don't have many years left.

But I'm glad to see her like this:
healthy, strong, intelligent, sturdy;

I trust her, and she makes me happy
and proud. That is why I forgive her;

I forgive when she mistreats me,
her aggressions, her hatred towards me

Because I understand her all too well,
so I wait. I wait for it to go away,

I wait until she stops walking
dizzily and clumsily.

Perhaps - hopefully - halfway in that
long, lonely walk she might look back

and see a face in the distance.
And discover that face to be her mother's.

She might smile at her mother
and thank her with her eyes,

as she continues her journey.

How beautiful. Well, the...

The idea: I wrote it as if it
were Grandma Babasha, get it?

We're almost there!

Let's put everything away.

Are you sure?
- Yes, this is the stop.

There he is!

I don't know if it's very
good, but it's good.

No, that's for me.
- No.

What?
- You should avoid putting on weight...

Half, give me half.

Natasha, I need something sweet
to go with my coffee! Don't be mean...!

Natasha! Don't be stingy.

No!
- Natasha!

Wait.

Ok, I'll ask for another one.

I had dreams like those but I can't
recall. I remember one but I can't

seem to remember when or what...

I knew perfectly well
what I was supposed to play,

and I knew how it sounded in
my head, I knew what it was,

but when I sat down at the piano...

You couldn't remember a thing.
I can't believe it!

I didn't have the slightest clue of
what I had to do, I was at the piano,

there was a huge audience and
I didn't know what to do.

That's the worst.
- No, the worst one was...

When was that?

A thousand years ago, maybe last
year... The worst one was when

I knew perfectly well what to do,
but I sat at the piano

and no sound came out of it.
- Are you serious?

I've had that happen with my voice.
- In dreams or in real life?

No, in dreams. That somebody
follows me and I scream

but my voice doesn't come out.

How boring...

Sergio Daniel...

Now that Karin has finished playing
her first "Scene from Childhood",

and that you are both here with me,
I know that you would love for me

to tell you a story.
- No, I want to play the piano...

You want to play? Ok, you'll do that.
We will do many things: we will play,

we will have fun, we will tell things...
- Will we play the piano?

We'll make music and also sing. You
know what? In this tape we're making,

I will tell you about the story of
our lives, all three of our lives.

Well, I should actually
start by telling my story.

But before telling my story, then
Karin's and finally Sergio's...

Karin, what would you play now?

Scarlatti.
- Really? Let's go to the piano, then!

How many pianos are
there in this house?

Martha has two, three...
five pianos, I think.

Let's see if we can pull it off.

The most difficult part is
the beginning, actually.

But then...

And another thing... something
about the sound, a bit more...

huh?
- I got it.

A bit more inside the...

The leg.
- Inside the leg.

Ok, I think we should stop.
- Really?

Yes, because we're in the point of no
return. I mean, "diminishing returns"

The more we try, the less we get.

Come here, kid, grab a seat, join the
adults' conversation, grow up!

You don't get nervous before concerts.
- For a while I didn't, but then

I started getting nervous.
- It has already started, then.

It's like I've finally become
aware of what it meant...

Oh, ok, so you're in, right...

But you do.
- What?

You do get nervous.
- Always.

And when I don't get nervous, I get
nervous because I didn't get nervous.

You know what I mean? Because
I'm super worried... how come?

How come I'm not nervous?
Then I must be in an awful shape.

What happens to me is that my fingers
never get warm. Ever. In a concert,

my fingers are always cold.
- You end up with cold fingers.

I start, I finish... I can do a
billion scales and Chopin studies

in the dressing room and my
fingers, still two ice cubes!

Frozen.
- What an awful sensation!

It's as if they didn't move at all!

You know what you should do?
Wash your hands with cold water.

I do it now, every time.
- You have to be brave enough...

No, it's perfectly fine! You wash
yourself with cold water, and the body

starts to send blood to that part to
balance out the temperature. So when

the cold from the water goes away,
two or three minutes later your hands

get warmer. I do it every
time my hands are cold:

I wash them with ice-cold water.

Clearly, you shouldn't wash them
and go on stage right away!

All wet and slippery!

That must be Martha, don't
answer, don't answer!

No, everything is fine...
we've been practicing here...

Exactly: for example, I don't like
it when people hear me practicing...

Well, you've definitely chosen
the wrong street, then!

That came out all wrong.
- Oh, you mean I picked the wrong spot.

Well, you have to get used to it.
- Yeah, don't practice!

Simply because there are very intimate
things about me that transpire...

evidently, not everybody can tell
right away, but I feel it that way.

I feel that I'm so involved that
I can't conceal anything.

However, I am able to do that
at other times. But not there.

That's why studying in a place where
everybody is listening... it's a bit...

do you get that too?
- Yes.

They say Liszt hated that. Clementi,
who was in London or somewhere, asked

that the rooms next to his should be
empty. There had to be a free room

at each side because he
didn't like to be heard.

This is wrong.

But do you think I
should do it more...?

Can't you ask yourself?
- Yes, but I am out of answers,

I really need you to tell me.

This is the final note from
"Scenes from Childhood".

Well, I could stress this one more.

OK, why don't you try that?
- No, I shouldn't stress this one,

because it's the first
and last time it appears.

Right?

And here... right?

It's like the farewell of the farewell.
- Exactly. Exactly.

You know when you say goodbye to
someone and you say "bye" right before

you enter the car or wherever?
And then you say goodbye from the car.

Is the second farewell more distant?
- Well, the second farewell is...

The second one? It can't be more emphatic.
It comes from farther away.

No, precisely! Because it's like
the kiss before the departure.

Oh... so you feel this one is more
emphatic because it's the one marking

the pain of separation.
- And musically, because it's the first

and last time it appears...
- That is very interesting.

I find it very, very interesting.

It would go like...

Now I like this ending.
- Is that the one you were looking for?

Is that the one?

I don't know. It's hard for me.

96.7 FM. Classical,
public, and Argentine.

22nd march, 2014

Dear Natasha: I would like
to share with you this

new experience in my life with
Mendelssohn's First Concerto.

So many things happen from the time
you start preparing a piece until

you finish it... it actually feels like
a pregnancy and a musical birth.

When this Concerto was chosen, the
first thing I did was look into

my old recordings, to see when
I had played it before.

Because listening to oneself is
as difficult as playing.

It's a confrontation with the past
- a picture from before.

And the reactions might be very
different according to each case.

Fifteen years had gone by.

I knew that it would be a different
version now. Not better or worse,

just another one, with other nuances,
and another kind of maturity.

I'll go on later. Kisses, Mom.

Let's talk a bit about this
mother-daughter relationship.

Pianist mother... pianist daughter?
- Teenage pianist daughter.

All of that, yes.
- What do you think will happen to her?

Let's pretend we're psychic.
- No, I don't like wondering what "will"

be of her. I prefer talking in present
tense, because what will happen

depends on what happens now. And I
concentrate a lot on making Natasha's

life as balanced as possible: at
school, with her social life...

actually, her social life first, then
piano, school and everything she has...

so well, it's a complicated moment
and we are handling it the best we can.

We'll make things clear for the
audience. Natasha is Natasha Binder,

also a child prodigy like her mother.
Both were taught by Lyl Tiempo,

who is Natasha's grandmother and Karin's
mother. And Natasha is already a teenager,

with everything it means.
A sigh from her mother, please...

take a deep breath and...
we release the air, we liberate...

96.7 FM. Classical,
public, and Argentine.

22nd march, 2014.

Dear Natasha: I would like
to share with you this

new experience in my life with
Mendelssohn's First Concerto.

So many things happen from the time
you start preparing a piece until

you finish it... it actually feels like
a pregnancy and a musical birth.

Your writing is great, mom.
- Really? So why are you laughing?

Mine is good too, because I got an A.
- In English? The highest grade?

Wow, congratulations, honey.
So, did you like the letter?

Huh?
- Did you like it?

I liked it.
- Ok, my love, go eat then.

No, I'm fine, I'm not...!
Mom, I want you back home!

Oh, sweetie...
- I want you back home...

What for?

So that we can fight a little bit?

No, I want to hug you...
- Aw, pumpkin, so do I...

I always miss your hugs
when you are gone.

Really?
- I love your hugs.

You do? Ok, we'll hug a
million times when I get back.

Great.
- Go eat with the folks, ok?

Ok. Kisses!

I'm going to hug you a
lot when I... she hung up!

No, don't eat my shirt!

Should we go to the piano?
- Oh, the little brooches fell off.

No, I took them off on purpose.
I'll put them back on.

No!
- Will you put them on?

Go over there; I have to
study with auntie Karin.

Come on, Mila...

Be careful...

there you go. Now you
can get out. That way.

I'm going downstairs.
- You're leaving?

You're not even saying goodbye?

And the last one?

Mila, my love... is very beautiful...

I know how to do it
on my own, Babasha!

Really? You know how to do it alone?
OK, my love, so I won't go with you.

Do you want me to play the chord?

is very pretty... Mila my love...

Mila my love...

Mila my love... is very nice...

I can do it on my own! I don't
want you to help me with the hand!

Ok, tell this hand not to come
and help you. Tell it, tell it!

You should tell the hand.
- I'll tell it.

Treble clef hand, right hand:
don't help Mila. "Alright!"

Mommy loves...

Daddy loves her...

But, you helped me!
- It disobeyed me!

...many, many, many loves.
- Ok, question time.

When I was in mommy's tummy...
- Yes?

I knew that I would have a granny
like Babasha, and I also knew that she

would teach me how to play the piano.

But how could you know that
from the tummy, Natasha?

Because I knew so.
- You did?

You have to believe it.

Darling, if you say so,
I believe it. Sure I do.

Need any help, sweetie?
- No.

If you need any help ask Eva,
you'll surely treat her better than me.

May I see something?
In the back it's a bit off.

There's a tiny stain there.
- Oh, oh.

You can take it out with cold water.
Mom, you take it out with cold water.

No, no...
- Mom...

Let me see if I can play...
- Let's see if you can.

But sing it! Sound effects, please.

Good.

We were talking
about possible encores.

Do you think we should do this one?
Number 15 from Brahms.

Yes, it's very nice.
I could hear from upstairs.

More than number 6.
- Because Natasha wants...

No, that one doesn't fit.
It doesn't go as well as the other one.

I feel the same. I told you
she would agree with me.

And also people know that one...
- Exactly!

Not only that, but it also
evokes children and babies.

I told her exactly those two things!
- I've heard that all day...

How old was I when I did that concert?
- Thirteen, exactly.

Ok, more or less.
- What do you mean more or less?

I was also thirteen when...

Yes, you turned thirteen
before turning fourteen.

True. It was a bit hard for me...
- And before playing in Washington,

you played that same concert in the
University of Miami. Do you remember?

Yes, I read that in your diaries!
- You did?

I read that! "Good review, whatnot..."
Don't you remember?

How could I recall every little
thing I wrote in my diaries?

There was a very good review
about the concert in Washington.

But mom, don't you remember
your travel diary, with that table

where you wrote down all the
travels, dates, people...?

So there you saw it.
- It was right there.

Do you know that
masterclass by Cortot?

Oh, when he says those
extraordinary things about this piece.

It's marvelous.
- Oh, with that voice...

It's marvelous. And when
he plays it, wonderful!

He plays this piece?
- Yes... "Allow me to take your place..."

Remember?

It's the little girl who's
playing, right? Natasha?

Yes.

And when did I leave here? The 9th...
- October?

Yes. I don't know how long it
has been since I was here last.

It's incredible.
- What is?

You play more and more every time.
- Yes, too much, right?

More concerts and a wider
repertoire in less time.

Yes.

When you get to be my
age, you won't make it.

But I think it's the other way around...

I'm leaving.

"Oh, that sadness..."
- "...has no end."

"happiness does."

Wait a second. Granny Babasha,
could you cut it out for a moment?

Yes, darling, I'll turn it off. But
could you throw a little kiss first?

How will I see the conductor?

No, the conductor will be up here,
with the orchestra on stage. See?

They are putting everything together...
- The piano goes there.

Oh, the vertigo!
I'm feeling vertigo.

I have vertigo.

Aw, my darling!
- Great granny!

My love, so beautiful!

Does history repeat itself, ma'am?
Are you running a "pianist factory"?

History does not repeat itself, Boris.

Could you repeat the phrase,
so I can steal it?

History can't repeat itself.
Life keeps flowing.

According to my diaries...
- According to your diaries...

I decided on the piano, the piano...
when I was 18 or 19, around that time.

But I had doubts before that...
- Why only at 18?

Well, I just mean... at some point
I imagined what would happen

if I did something else, you know?

Because I had always been very
interested in acting, for example.

But you stopped that when
you moved to London..

Well, I officially stopped when I
was 9 or 10, but then I went back

to taking acting lessons...

But I had doubts from time to time...

small doubts, like so...

In your case, I don't know, right?

What do you mean?

No, I mean, you don't
have to be like me...

I know...
- You are your own person...

I know that very well...

and it doesn't matter...
you'll see when the time comes.

The other day we were saying
that we look nothing alike.

But I don't look like my dad either...
- Oh, we talked with mom about that!

Really?
- Yes, that we look nothing alike.

She thinks so too?
- She thinks so too.

And what about our playing?
- No, it has nothing to do.

No, our playing is absolutely different.
- Absolutely, right?

Take your "Scenes from Childhood":
nothing to do with mine when I was 12.

Because the way you play is
related to the way you are.

Exactly, it is intimately related.

Well, thank god we play differently!

And what about our "Poet"?

No, nothing to do.
- Where is the difference?

I loved the way you played
it the other day, Natasha.

You did?
- You are playing it very convincingly...

Thanks, mom!

...a family of pianists from Argentina,
with an international reputation,

they will play this evening mostly in duo.

Not only will they play different kinds of
classical music,

but they will also play tangos,
which are reminiscent of their roots.

Having played here...

I love it...

No, no!

What's wrong? Come on, you
have to go on stage now!

Come on, there!
- But I liked it... I played it loudly.

So do it loudly, then! Come on.

No, sweetie, do it right.
Come on, let's do it right.

Let's erase everything...

and now we do it correctly, ok?

Again.

Should we start this and play
"The family" as it comes down?

Yes.
- Great, let's do it.

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