Again a week passed.
A very emotional week for all involved.
Yann opened his eyes on 14th April.!!!
After been in coma for 12 days, one can’t begin to describe what one feels when suddenly an eyelid rises of someone who’s been laying dormant in a bed for such a long time… In a room silent but from the soft purring and clicking of the breathing device and the momentary hissing of all these little liquid pumping machines and regulators…
Overwhelming feelings of relief and joy, mixed with this never ending concern for a helpless young man who’s more than ever again a son one has to take care of.
The next day he became more aware of his surroundings. There was sheer panic in his eyes, but the nurses assured us they know very well how to handle this, and did indeed their utmost best to calm him down a bit.
Maybe the most heart wrenching moment was yesterday. Maï his youngest sister accompanied us in the intensive care unit.
When we entered, his eyes were unbelievably more focused. And then he started to weep. As if the sorrow, accumulated for years and years, unstoppably poured from the still inflamed corners of his eyes. We lavished him with our love which he first seemed to refuse, shaking no almost imperceptibly with his head. As if he wanted to show us that we couldn’t love him the way he is currently. Then he tried to move his upper lip -his mouth is still attached to several tubes- attempting to mouth the word which for all the people on earth maybe is the most important one: mama…
The day Yann woke up, I made a silent vow to myself, there in this room removed from all the living things which color our lives: I should commemorate this day with my music. When I went home I locked myself in my room, and started to tap furiously on my computer. I HAD to finish the sonata which I was attempting to write for Roland Peelman… And I succeeded… The 20th Sonata is a fact now. ‘Radical risk’ is its title… ‘Revolution’ was the suggested theme. October 1917 obliges.
I remembered ‘Che’ by Soderbergh.
I remembered ‘radical chick’ (coined by Tom Wolfe) and Bernstein and the Black Panthers’
I remembered the bets of the commercial banks going far beyond any acceptable risk taking.
I remembered he Occupy movement and the hand signs to regulate discussions.
I remembered the Dirk Zoete wood cut print with the Mexican pistoleros.
I remembered La Cucuracha… the song of songs for all people wanting to express their urge to revolt.
But most of all Iris and I wanted to remember this world changing moment when our son became conscious again.