At the beginning of the
German occupation, somewhere close to Riga, a very young man left
for some errands; which save his life- when he comes back ,
there is nothing, no one. After the war, he is an engineer
at Latvenergosbit. It is he who collects records and listens to music at
home; later, a part of the collection emigrates with him – what was
allowed to take – these records are to this day kept in Brussels.
A side comment- no prominent musician of the twentieth century comes from families with musician-parents. Hirshhorn – senior wanted all this life to play the cello. Wanted. But never did.