“As for me, my grazed and blackened hands, manhandling a pickaxe, the flies, the unbelievably heavy weights – these all prevent me from getting very close to music. I try nevertheless to read a few orchestral scores (packed in my bag on top of my survival kit) when I have a free moment so as not to lose touch. I receive a letter from my wife almost every day which is a consolation beyond words for me. But I can’t watch my little boy grow up! A terrible sorrow. Pray for peace.”
Olivier Messiaen