As a little child I was my mother’s “little Paganini” and had to play the violin every day, I was my mother’s “little genius”, like many other children.
But I didn’t like to play their “stupid violin”, I liked to play with the other children outside which is the most natural thing for a child. And exactly as the genius violin player Paganini I was often beaten up to play it.
And one day I ran out of home because I didn’t like to play the violin. My parents couldn’t find me for three days. My brother broke his violin, purposely, for the same reason.
But when I became hungry, I surrendered and came back home. And I continued to play the violin. But my brother didn’t. He had no violin.
So, the moral is: Hunger is the best tutor.
And the second moral might be: No child is a volunteer in playing the violin. It is supposed to play outside and to explore the world.
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