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That evening, minutes after the last notes of that majestic fugue, the fortepiano still recovering from processing those many thousands of notes of Beethoven's famous Sonata opus 106, Alberto raised his glass of Belgian Karmeliet to me and replied: “No you're going to write that, it's your achievement“. The way he finished in one gulp half of one of Belgiums finest beers without even waiting for my response, made clear that I had no choice. He meant the text of the description box. What you're reading right
