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On the final day at the radio station, I was giving Chopin recital. It was the last live music broadcast from Warsaw. Shells were exploding close to the broadcasting center all the time I played, and the building were burning very close to us. I could scarcely hear the sound of my own piano through the noise. After the recital I had to wait two hours before the shelling died down enough for me to get hope. My parent, brother and sister had thought I must be dead, and welcomed me like a man risen from the grave…- from The Pianist