ABSTRACT
The San Carlo theatre clock showed 7.35 p.m. and I was in the Mayor’s box with my wife and some friends. We were applauding the last piece that Gazzelloni had played and at that point I was obviously standing up. I had the sensation of feeling ill, it seemed like my head was spinning and I had the time to say ‘I don’t feel well, what’s happening to me?’ The entire theatre was moving in waves. Only after a few seconds did we realise what was happening.1
