My first time meeting Fou Ts’ong.
It was 2005, I was 18 and it was very cold outside. It must have been November or December.
I admit that I did not know the legend of the man and that I knew him only superficially. It was also my very first lesson at the Academy of Lake Como.
When I saw him in that first moment, he smiled at me which gave me a huge sense of serenity. He wore black gloves on his hands which, however, left his fingers uncovered.
When it came time for me to play for him, at the end of his long day at work, evening had fallen. I decided to play a Schubert sonata.
I remember the bold enthusiasm of that time in my life, being an 18 year old. It was that desire to break into the world that all young people have. But I had no intention of proving anything, definitely not on that occasion, which I later discovered was to become so meaningful to me in my life.
I finished playing the whole sonata and he looked at me, stood up, put his hand on my shoulder and said “Alessandro, you are the music and you have made me happy in every moment of your performance.”
I was speechless. I somehow did not believe that I had made such a strong impression on him.
If it had happened today, I think I would have been moved, knowing today the value that Fou Ts’ong had for music, today that I listened to Fou Ts’ong in public, today that I prepared for him the famous pasta “all’arrabbiata” at least a dozen times ..
Today that Fou Ts’ong is no longer on this earth and has left an unbridgeable void, truly impossible to fill.