I am positively exhausted. We did
two run-throughs in a row despite the late hour. The first one was terrible and
left everybody in a state of high tension. Amadeo didn’t spare anyone. Nobody
spoke during the short break in between. It was nearly one in the morning when we
began the second run-through. But I could feel the energy was better. Tired,
dispirited or unhappy as we may have been, we all gathered our strength. It
went, if not perfectly, then at least better than the first time. Amadeo’s tone eased
down. We could sleep with a lighter spirit the few remaining hours we had left.
It was past three in the morning.
I have often worked until late to
finish my work, but I always kept a happy mood, happy as I would usually be doing what I love. Amadeo’s way, even though I may
understand the reasons, is more reminiscent of the old fashioned ‘hard-labour school. Or gulag.
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