At tea time, my grandmother, a pianist would read sheets of four-handed Ravel, Roussel or Bartok hits, mailed to her by various publishers or picked up during one of her travels. My parents were school teachers but nonetheless musicians, and I chose to play the cello not only because it so happens to be the most beautiful instrument, but also because there was a lack of cellists in the county orchestra. After a year, I became their official cellist (naturally, since there was no other cellist or double-bass player for miles around) in poor Schubert's Unfinished Symphony.