It was in the spring of 1993. I was on a selection interview at the Music School. I play guitar. It came out not very well, so I was little bit sad. After the selection interview I wanted to go back home by train. It was in Bratislava where I haven’t been before alone, and I had to travel 100 km home. When I was on the way to railway station one boy who was with me on the selection interview came to me and we started to talk about music. When we came to the station he asked me if I would not like to go with him to visit his teacher of music. He said that his teacher is very good, so maybe it would be possible to become his disciple. So we went to the school of his teacher.
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