Hadara Lazar

It was the beginning of June 2003. We were outside in Radicondoli. Evening. Talia and me at the table. Dani and Yoni on the lawn. Dani was chiseling on a piece of wood with a sharp instrument. We talked from time to time. Not much. Dani never stopped chiseling. As we were going inside I saw that on the piece of wood, deeply engraved, was written: Luciano Berio. 24.10.1925 – 27.5.2003.

Hadara Lazar