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.
