family, generation, telephone (pablo)
my father was on the phone last night, talking to his mother (o sea, my grandmother). we had just came back from having a drink after the performance, and I overheard the conversation, but of course, only his part of it:
“yeah, yeah, the premiere, yes… it was great, people wouldn’t stop clapping… really nice, yes… he was sitting with me in the tribune, he was watching… no, no music… no, no music at all… well, you know how it is with these contemporary dance things… no, not on their toes, no pointe shoes… no, really, no music… well, what can you do…”
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Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha.