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A friend recently told me that he still dreams of the choir, of the corridors through which we moved. Whenever I get together with people from back then, the conversations end up being about those years, and that way the stories stay fresh. I think since then I have eaten cauliflower very few times. I got a kick out of him. Do you remember the bechamel topping? We didn't know what was underneath. We would see the trays on entering the dining room and think they were cannelloni, and then it was disappointing when they served us. [...] It also occurs to me that there are acquaintances from back then who have continued to work in the world of music, and when I run into them we begin to tell war stories, and in the end there is such a vast network of memories and anecdotes that one he doesn't know where that time ends and this one begins, whatever is happening now.