After a month, I found a part of my mobility and almost all my habits. We went to Britain as we had planned. Walking the feet into the sea water, enjoying the good, invigorating air refreshed me. I started to drive and never forgot my daily training, my smell moves which helped me to rebuild. I managed to make my two viola sound correctly. Raphael often played the cello or the piano and Nicolas the tuba with me. I accompanied Constantin very correctly again when he sang or played the traverse flute. I began to play Haydn’s concerto measuring my strokes of bows and leading my right hand and arm – which still didn’t feel anything but were less messy – with my ear. I could nos play more complicated pieces and it made me feel so fine than I could spend my whole days to repeat the same moves, the same musical phrases.