“I turned and I saw the very big face of the Drossi. Very big eyes, very red eyes, and you know I was stunned – ghafla- and my drum sticks fell down so I had to pick them up quickly.
I tried to smile, which did not succeed. She was sweating furiously, but she respected me and didn’t want to interrupt and so she went to the counter.
But I knew something was going to happen here. She was holding her dress strongly, very strongly. As if she was holding something very tough. I think she was practicing how she was going to make a grip on me.”