For many years I would watch my sister as she played the piano in the music room<\/p>\n
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She would always sit naked on her piano stool with her back to me<\/p>\n
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I would sit in my late father\u2019s armchair quite often with my eyes closed and listen to her gentle music<\/p>\n
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During our many hours together I became quite familiar with her pale back and its contrast against the olive cushion of her piano stool<\/p>\n
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This simple and innocent image never left me<\/p>\n
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The door to the music room was never locked but nobody entered as this was Ivich\u2019s time<\/p>\n
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We were left alone and when my sister finished she was stand up and walk from the room patting me on my head as she left<\/p>\n
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Then one day these musical hours stopped without warning<\/p>\n
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There was no explanation from her and life continued as normal in our household<\/p>\n
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That was ten years ago before the war started and now against my better judgement I am hiding in a ruined house with a few others<\/p>\n
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The enemy is quite close probably just a few miles away<\/p>\n
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It is likely to be a last stand unless we are evacuated<\/p>\n
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Until recently I had not interest in the war and let events just pass me by<\/p>\n
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I had been left alone as this is the way I liked it with only my music for company<\/p>\n
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But things change they always do and I joined what can be loosely termed as a resistance<\/p>\n
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I had tired of the war and wanted it to end as many of my friends were either being hurt or killed<\/p>\n
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So here I am waiting to be either rescued or of I am lucky captured and imprisoned<\/p>\n
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I may even be killed but I do not feel that I am about to die<\/p>\n
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There is too much music in me and in its way it acts as shield<\/p>\n
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Soon after my sister married and left our house I stole a mannequin from a shop in the town and hid it in our attic<\/p>\n
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When the house was empty I would undress my model and place her on the olive cushioned piano stool that my sister once used<\/p>\n
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I would place a record on the gramophone and sit in my late father\u2019s chair and listen to the music with my eyes closed<\/p>\n
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But this did not satisfy me as the contrast between the mannequin\u2019s artificial back and the olive cushion was wrong<\/p>\n
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It was not natural<\/p>\n
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So I suspended this theatre and returned the mannequin to its rightful home under the cover of darkness<\/p>\n
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My sister and her husband saw the roots of war long before they surfaced and left the country with my mother<\/p>\n
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I was invited to accompany them but chose to stay saying that my country needed me<\/p>\n
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Which I did not believe as I did not care for my country and knew it cared even less for me<\/p>\n
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But I think I cared<\/p>\n
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As I look out of this window into the velvet darkness of the night I have promised myself that of I survive this scrape that I will return to my family<\/p>\n
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But only time will tell whether I will be able to keep that promise to myself<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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