ABSTRACT
As soon as his voice filled the room it is as if I am transported to another place of being. The brain stops working. I do not listen with the mind. These songs of his, monotonous and in a language I do not understand, disturb something very deep within. It is like trying to get hold of longforgotten memories; just glimpses, which are awakened by his voice and are somehow connected with him. It is as if I know the sound so well-as
if it is a part of myself that I cannot understand. When I try to pin it down, it dissolves into nothing, just like the mist which disappears before it reaches you.
