Köln-keith Jarrett

　　

Met a boy on the train, with his brother. His brother ran around, and he sat comfortably in the lower bunk reading, not knowing which language.

We all get off in Beijing.

The next day in wangfujing for dinner, my sister took me to eat Western food. I saw him again, eating with an aunt.

When eating the sister asked the waiter, the store put the piano is whose works. Waiter to go to the bar, come back very sorry to say that the player is garbled, I am sorry.

At that time I had a very strange feeling, I think he must know, encouraged the waiter to ask him, see he turned around to look at a glance, should be recognized me, smiled and took a pen from the bag, on the napkin wrote a few pen to let the waiter sent over.

I now remember Kesjarit's Cologne recital.

This is my high-level thing.

I am a senior year, summer in Italy to play, in a hotel with my sister farewell, do not know how to suddenly talk about him, I told my sister I want to marry a person like that, my sister said that I can not remember, then I took the lobby piano play Cologne recital, and then I saw him.

......

And his lover, his child.

Köln-keith Jarrett