|Rachel (right), her grandmother and her
cousin on a carriage ride.
One of my earliest memories is sitting beside my grandmother on her piano bench as her fingers whizzed past me up and down the keyboard.
A few weeks ago I felt those very same feelings as my plane touched down in Poland. For my grandmother’s 90th birthday, I offered to take her anywhere in the world. To her the choice was obvious—she wanted to fly to Poland to hear Chopin’s music played in the country that inspired his Revolutionary Étude, her favorite musical composition.Overwhelmed by anticipation and excitement, I would hold my breath and close my eyes. It was as if the whole world stood still—waiting to discover what story was about to begin, which emotions were about to be stirred, where the music was going to lead us.