Today in France is Mother's day, meaning that you have to celebrate your mother for the day. As a child you just have no idea what It really means and when your father brings you to the store arguing this beautiful kitchen robot is the ultimate accessory that your mummy wants (while she's dreaming of perfume, diamonds and exotic trips at blue lagoons) you just say yes. Then your father, after this great adventure (for him), will bring you to the café round the corner to bet, to meet his friends and smoke cigares while you would be standing there at the bar eating peanuts and drinking grenadine (on water). At school It was neither a big help because the only thing the teacher would help you to make was a necklace made of noodles or a leaf salad ashtray (and Mum is a non-smoker). With the time you realize that your mother does not really fancy those accessories nor use them and with your own little money you'd proudly buy flowers. With even more time and distance, thanks to internet you can achieve a lot of things and you still send some flowers once in a while, feeling obliged. Now you realize your mother has everything she needs but what she really still wants is your unconditional love and wants you to show it. So come on give her a call and tell her thank you. Whatever It feels like she put you on this earth so make the best of it. I'm sure you do. To tell you about last night the concert was an event. Sir Simon Rattle asked a standing ovation for the policemen and firemen who helped with the fire at the Philarmonie and confirmed "It has been a week". Programm was simple with Beethoven's Klavierkonzert Nr. 4 G-Dur op. 58 and Berlioz' Te Deum op. 22. Claudio Abbado conducted with a master's hand and even Mother Nature seemed to accept the fact we were living a special moment. It's like the wind was hearing the music : at strong moments we could feel it and on rare occasions when we needed peace everything was quiet. I agree that 1 full orchester and 8 choirs on a scene (roughly 300 people !) is impressive. For this the Waldbühne is perfect. I hardly imagine how It would have been at the concert hall. Maybe the night could have come earlier to add something with the mood but no doubt It was unforgettable. I guess about 20 000 people were there listening in silent and watching eagles flying but because of the children' choirs every kind of people was there : the aficionados of classical music mixed together with parents who came to see and hear their progeniture. We still claped our hands when the orchester came back and joined us for the final applaud.