The Biography About Johann Sebastian Bach for Children

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It's almost a trip back in time when Balthazar tells his very best friend Veit, both little Baroque cherubs, about the life of the greatest musician on earth and of all time. And this composer Johann Sebastian Bach had not only had twenty children, was the greatest sound poet in the world's largest family of musicians and even played for two kings, but he has also experienced many an adventure in his life. Veit had never dreamed of such an exciting story about a musician who lived three hundred years ago.

172 pages of text in a wonderfully light writing style are illustrated with watercolors by Veit, Balthazar and Johann Sebastian. A few photos of cities and places where the composer lived, worked or played, provide a brief orientation on what it looks like today, what Bach's home and places of activity were 300 years ago.

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Chapter 1

“Hello there. My name is Balthazar. Just Balthazar. My friends call me Balty. I am a little Baroque cherub. There are many of us. We all have very different tasks. I once wanted to become a guardian cherub. But that is a very, very stressful task for a little Baroque cherub. That is why I decided to become a little cherub, who knows really many stories. Also, I am very good at telling them. I could have become a little Baroque cherub who likes to perform music, too. But I found, telling stories is much more exciting. Veit is a little Baroque cherub, too. He is my very best friend.”

          That was how little Baroque cherub Balthazar always used to introduce himself to his audience, because actually he always told his stories to many intent listeners: other cherubs, who did not know yet how much fun listening could be. Also, to children. Moreover, sometimes, yes sometimes even to grown-ups, which were “so grown up” that these stories actually, yes actually, were not intended for them. “Hello,” said Veit on his little white neighbor cloud. “I like to play music. I am not that good at telling stories. Come on, Balty, tell the story about the Zipfel-Fagotist,” chattered Veit. “It is called Zippel-Fagottist – with another ‚p’ instead of the ‚f.’ And another ‚t’ later.” “How did you know I would have written it with just one ‚t’?“ … replied Veit. “I know you well – and I am going to save the story about the Zippel-Fagottist for later. Much later. Veit, I am glad that you are in charge of making music. You would start all stories in the middle. Without telling upfront what it is about and who it is about.” “That is true,” replied Veit meekly. He even blushed a little.   

          “Would you like me to play some music during your narration, Baltylinium?” “Don’t call me Baltylinium, I find that silly. My name is Balthazar. Or Balty … if you prefer that. I don’t call you Veitissimo either, or Veitusselino.” “Could you at least tell what a Baroque cherub is? What is Baroque anyway?” Balthazar had to think. Not everything came instantly to his mind always. But if it came to his mind instantly, he did not know instantly, how to explain it to perfection. Plus, to tell it, so that his very best friend Veit would understand it, too. “Baroque was …” he reflected, but he had already started to speak. So he hesitated a little. “Well, Baroque is what humans called an epoch when everything was a bit more quirky.” “More quirky, I see,” replied Veit and then “… more quirky? What do you mean by that, Balty?” “Well, everything was a bit more playful. And there were curlicues everywhere. Many people liked that back then. Still today, you can see it best at buildings and on paintings. Yes, especially on paintings! They even created picture frames with curlicues and Baroque chairs with curlicues. By the way, this was the time, in which you could discover us little cherubs in many churches. But also in palaces and castles. And also as stone sculptures: sandstone, marble and ... well, I cannot remember another type of stone right now. Also, those curlicues have even been in the music from back then. You can actually “build” such curlicues into the music, too.” “How is that possible?” asked Veit surprised. “I don’t know either. I read that somewhere. But Johann Sebastian Bach – he has been really great at doing that.”

          “Jo - hann, Sebas - ti - an … plus Bach,” said Veit slowly. “I have heard that name before. I believe, it is written somewhere in my music book. I think he wrote a song – no, two songs – which I have practiced once on my violin.” Veit was very excited. “So he made Baroque?!” “No, no,” said Balthazar. “Johann Sebastian Bach lived in this age that we call Baroque today. He did not make Baroque. He made music.” Veit already interrupted Balthazar again: “So you mean he performed music. On a violin or a piano, for example.” “No,” said Balthazar, “… I mean this Johann Sebastian made music. He invented music so to speak. However, that is what the story is all about. The story which I want to tell you now.”

          Veit was excited to hear, how and most of all when it started, with the Baroque and with this music inventor. “Where does this Johann Sebastian Bach live?” Veit was thrilled and wanted to know not just more, he wanted to know it right away. “Today Bach is not living anymore,” said Balthazar. “That is sad. Then he probably doesn’t invent music anymore, does he?!” “No, he just can't. However, he wrote so much of great music that more and more people listen to that music. Now please, do not drive me crazy with your questions. Otherwise, I can never start at the beginning of this great story. Just make yourself comfortable, fluff your little cloud and perk up your ears. Humans like Johann Sebastian Bach are not many around. Moreover, they are not born very often. In fact, it is a very, very, very rare thing to happen. Almost never.” Almost never, that was rare enough for Veit. He knew never. Almost, too. “Then” … he sputtered, “… this Bach was someone really special? Someone unique to this world?” Even though Baroque cherubs had really much, much time available, Balthazar impatiently shook his head, because Veit already interrupted him again. He let his wings drop a little, but then he smiled again after all, and now he fluffed his cloud, too. So his cloud was also cuddly and cozy. “Do you want to hear the story now? The one about Johann Sebastian Bach? And that is to say from the very beginning? Or would you rather ask questions and I tell you everything in advance? And the whole story is spoilt after that because then you will know everything somehow upfront?” Veit giggled and beamed shortly after that over his whole little cherub face and said solemnly: “Balthazar, my best friend, please begin with your story, and I promise not to interrupt you again. Actually, I will rarely interrupt you. Well, what am I saying? I will probably have one question already after your first sentence – but we can at least give it a try. I will try hard. Promise.”

Chapter 2

Balthazar and Veit had made themselves really comfortable, both on their own little white cloud. Veit looked at his friend, full of expectation. “Oh, there’s one more thing,” said Veit when Balthazar took a deep breath, to begin with his story. “What is it?” Balthazar rolled his eyes. “If there is something that I quite don’t understand – may I interrupt you with a question in this case? I wouldn’t understand the whole story otherwise.” “Of course you may ask. You wouldn’t understand the whole story otherwise,” parroted Balthazar and took another deep breath. And there it was, the first question. Just like in school, Veit raised his hand clearly visible. However, he did not wait at all, before asking his question. „If this ...“ he started, “…if this is a story, is it at least a little true? Or is this the fairy-tale of Johann Sebastian Bach?” Balthazar smiled with his typical Baroque cherub smile, maybe even a bit impishly. He shook his head. “Most of it is true!” With that answer, he wanted to get a little bit out of this question. „However …“ inferred Veit „… some parts are a little faked, too?”

          Balthazar had to reflect. He did not have to reflect, whether a part of the story was faked. He thought what would be the best way to explain it to Veit. “Look, Veit, a fairy-tale is a story that is not true. In it, there can be wizards, fairies, and trolls. Or witches, not all of them are bad.” Balthazar tried not to scare his very best friend, Veit. He thought he would not alarm him by mentioning dragons. He did not talk about dragons. With good cause. “I am a little Baroque cherub who tells stories … and stories are no fairy-tales. Well, mostly. Usually, such stories are events that happened a long time ago. Often, these things happened even really many, many years ago. The story of Johann Sebastian Bach, for example – one half is more than 300 years old, the other half is more than 250 years old – this story really happened.”    

Balthazar had second thoughts about his strange description. Of course, Veit also became wary. “How does that work?” “Well,” said Balthazar, “Johann Sebastian Bach was born more than 300 years ago and lived until a bit more than 250 years ago.“ It did not sound very convincing. Also, Veit could not really follow his friend. “So, the story of Johann Sebastian, which I am about to tell you, happened a long, long time ago. To make it really engaging, I personally ...” – Balthazar sat absolutely upright – “… made it much more exciting,” he said ceremoniously. “That is what I learned. That is why I am a little Baroque cherub, specializing in telling stories.” “And I am a little Baroque cherub who is great at performing music,” said Veit, even though this statement did not really fit here. “Everything I am about to tell you …” continued Balthazar, “… actually did happen hundreds of years ago. However, I want you to have real fun while listening. That is why I made a few things a bit more exciting here and there.”

          Balthazar grew a bit impatient. He was eager to begin his story. However, Veit had a seemingly endless amount of questions. But, right at this very moment, when Balthazar expected the next question – Veit … was done. He looked at Balthazar with excitement.

          Balthazar took a deep breath. Actually, he took a deep, a very deep breath: “Once upon a time ...” “But that’s how fairy tales start,” snorted Veit. However, he quickly realized that Balthazar was a bit annoyed and maybe even a little bit angry. “And so do real stories,” Balthazar resumed. “So – once upon a time – a long, long time before Johann Sebastian Bach lived, there was a small village in Thuringia. To find Thuringia, you just have to find the middle of Germany and go east a little,” explained Balthazar. “This small, cozy village was called Wechmar. Wechmar was located right next to another, beautiful, way bigger community called the city of Gotha. That was a long, long time ago – even more than 400 years! Of course, these places still exist today.

          Back then, life was much, much harder and people often had to leave their homes due to wars. Moreover, because of different religions, too. Always the weak and helpless were ejected from home by the big and strong.” “I do not understand that …“ mumbled Veit, while listening attentively. “Why do big and strong people eject the weak and helpless from their homes?” “Sorry Veit, I am afraid that is too difficult to explain right now,” said Balthazar while shaking his head. “Plus, that does not really matter in the story anyway. Maybe we will both understand that better when we are grown up. I ... well, I do not know either. 

          What is important is that in the year 1600, maybe a few years sooner or later, the great-great-grandfather of our famous musician moved to this small village of Wechmar next to Gotha in Thuringia in Germany.” “That sounds funny, I have never heard of such a great-grandfather. Did he get older than 100 years? This Johann Sebastian and by the way what was his last name?” “Bach,” said Balthazar. “Or did he get 150 years old? Or maybe even 200years?” continued Veit.

          “Veit,” Balthazar admonished his friend. “Johann Sebastian and his great-great-grandfather did not know each other. Of course, his great-great-grandfather died long before Johann Sebastian was born. That was in the year 1619. He passed away in the year 1619. In Wechmar. However, before that, he was a baker in Wechmar. He also used to be a baker in his previous home, from which he had to flee. Because of his religion.”  “So, where did he live before that?” wanted Veit to know … and what was this gramps of Johann Sebastian called?” “In Hungary,” replied Balthazar at cyber speed, answering Veit’s first question. “It wasn’t Johann Sebastian’s grandfather, but his great-great-grandfather.” “Yeah, that’s what I meant. So what was his name?”

          “His name was Veit.” “You said Veit?“ asked Veit disbelieving. “That is my name. That is really my name!”  Veit was excited: “Okay, that was Veit Bach. His last name was Bach, too. Am I correct?” Veit was really inside the story. “And he was a baker, didn't you say so?” “Yes, he worked in a mill in Wechmar. But not just he, but one more person, whose name was Hans Bach and who was living with him. That was the son of Veit Bach.”  Veit smiled a little, but suddenly he snorted with laughter. Then we may erase one of the “greats,” if that was the son of Veit. Then Hans was the great-grandfather of Johann Sebastian. Has he met Johann Sebastian after all?” “No,” said Balthazar with a pleasurable smile on his face. He also lived too far in the past. The name of Hans' son – by the way – was Christoph. However, let's go on with the story.

          So it was Veit – and that is what Johann Sebastian said personally – who was the first that made music in the Bach family. Actually, he wasn't just the first that made music, but even the very first. While Veit ground the grain in the mill, he made music on a cittern. Back then, many things had different names, and so this cittern was called a “Cythringen.” This Cythringen was a little bit different to what a cittern is today. Johann Sebastian reported that Veit could play very well by the beat of the millwheel. Because there was a steady rattle when the water flew over the water wheel so evenly.

          And because the daddy of Hans was playing so beautifully, Hans had this fun as well and he started to make music, too. Therefore, Hans was the second musician in the family. Making music was what he could accomplish well. Really well. He was so good that people in his village called him “Hans, the musician,” or better “Hans, the Spielmann” in German.” “Where exactly did these two live, before they came to Wechmar?”  asked Veit. Balthazar replied: “That is, what they don't know exactly. That is what I don't know. Actually … nobody knows. Where exactly in Hungary both lived, is what became a riddle for many, many scientists. And they still puzzle about it today."

          Veit became a little impatient on his cloud and took a deep breath. “Is it now about more of those gramps of Johann Sebastian? Or is he now showing up in the story?” “Just wait a second. Don't be so impatient,” reproved Balthazar. However, it was absolutely heartily. “It is important, as this great-great-grandfather is the reason, why Johann Sebastian became such an outstanding musician. If you throw in a little more patience, the story about the Zippel-Fagottist is coming soon. Plus, the story, when Johann Sebastian was sent to jail. As well as the story when young Johann Sebastian had to unleash his epée. However, first of all – we have to start from the very beginning. If not – we would mess up everything! So, where have we been? Well, yes, Hans the Spielmann. That is what they called the son of Veit in Wechmar. It goes without saying he had children, too, but I tell you about those another time. However, it is important: Of course, the children of Hans made music, too. His aunts and uncles and nephews and cousins made music as well. So many children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren plus additional great-great-great-grandchildren of Veit Bach made music, so that these Bachs are the largest and most famous family of musicians in the world. Still today.

          There is something more: Johann Sebastian Bach once himself put together a list, to count all relatives who made music. He wrote down all men – very young ones and the older ones, too – which he recalled. The only important fact he considered was that they should have been capable of performing music. After that, he decided to name this list with a really funny name: He called it the “Ursprung” in German, which is the beginning. More precisely: “The Ursprung of the Musical-Bachish Family,” which is the “Beginning of the Musical-Bachish Family.” However, honestly, you do understand this comical name still today. Even if nobody would say it that way nowadays anymore. However, women were not present in this list: Not Johann Sebastian's mother, who belonged to a musical family, too. Not Johann Sebastian's first wife Maria Barbara, who was a singer and not his second wife Anna Magdalena, who was even a professional singer. But … that is how it was back then.

          “Strange!” said Veit silently.” “Of course not all of those first musical Bachs lived in the little village of Wechmar. Because meanwhile all those family members didn't just make music for fun, but they made music for money, too. That is what was possible in a church or at sovereign courts.” “What in the world is a sovereign court?” Veit scratched his head because he had never heard such a word before. “Sovereigns.”

           “I try to keep it very simple for you, Veit. Back then, there were aristocratic people, and there were regular people. Regular people, for instance, were bakers, farmers, and merchants. However, there were also humans, who owned palaces and castles. They also owned much, much land. These people had much, much money, too. There are some of them still around today: They are called nobles today, and regular people love to inform themselves about those nobles in newspapers, in magazines and especially on TV and on the internet.

          However, one detail was different back then: Today nobles do not own humans anymore. That was different back then. A human was a possession of a regent at a sovereign court.” “Now please, what is a regent?” “A regent is a person that rules. The one who rules his court and the land around. And even those were not equal. There were Emperors and Kings, Elected Sovereigns and Sovereigns by birth. Dukes and Earls and Barons, plus I don't know, what more.” “Okay ... then this is clear now,” stated Veit thoughtfully and he was really proud of knowing such strange things now. You never knew, when you might impress someone much with this knowledge.

          “Aha, sovereigns! So you could make music for those noble folks. Sure, moreover for a community.” However, even in a town could live no twenty sovereigns. Because that would be really funny. That was what Veit only thought, that was not, what he said loudly. “So,” Balthazar continued, these sons and daughters and grandchildren and great-grandchildren of Veit spread more and more over Thuringia. It was astounding: These Bachs were so good at playing music meanwhile, that they were hired right away everywhere … just for the reason, because their last name was Bach! Of course, they had to be capable of performing music.

          However, until today there are – and have been – around 150 musicians. Most have or had the last name of Bach and made music. They did not only make music in Thuringia, but they also hiked to towns outside Thuringia and some of them even traveled by carriage. And they moved. First to the Netherlands, Milan in Italy and London in Great Britain. Later, they even traveled with ships to the far, really far away America.

“That is too fast for me.” Veit took a deep breath: “Just wait for a little, and I am finished with chapter one.” “Then is it Johann Sebastian's turn?” “Yes Veit, then it is Johann Sebastian's turn,” said Balthazar with pleasure. “One of these Bachs finally … was Johann Ambrosius Bach. Johann Ambrosius Bach was the father of our Johann Sebastian.”

          “Do we want to have a timeout?” proposed Veit. “We could have a drink in our break, what do you think, Balty?” The little Baroque cherub Balthazar was excited by this idea of his very best friend. Not with the part to stop telling the story for a while, because he was way too much into it. However, the part with the drink is what he really liked. “What do we want to drink?” asked Veit. “Tee or juice? And if yes … which one?” he fooled around. They both decided for ice-cold grape juice. “Telling stories makes you thirsty,” said Balthazar. “However, listening to you makes me thirsty even more,” Veit confirmed.

          “Johann Ambrosius is a funny name,” said Veit and added “… but Veit is, what I find a little old-fashioned, too. I would rather be called Sven, or Tobi or Kevin.” Balthazar reflected, and he replied: “Yes, I didn't like my name as well in the beginning, but today it is something really special, because not that many little Baroque cherubs have names like I have.” Veit reflected: “A little Baroque cherub, whose name is Mickey, or Minnie or Goofy … that would really be a funny name for a Baroque cherub. Have there been roque names around back then in this rouqy time?” “It is Ba - roque and by the way, what is a ‘rouqy name,’ Veit? Humans always found first names in certain epochs more fashionable and sometimes less fashionable.” “So, I find …” Veit interrupted Balthazar, “… so I find Veit not that bad anymore. And the same is true with Balthazarius.” Veit bubbled over with laughter, and he well knew that there was one thing Balthazar did not like: That was if somebody fooled around with his name.

          “However: Johann Ambrosius is funny.” Veit had not accomplished the chapter with the funny names yet. “But that was his name.” “So he lived in that Wech?” “In Wechmar? No, Johann Ambrosius Bach did not live in Wechmar. First, he was living in Erfurt, after that – later – he moved to Eisenach." “Didn't we want to take a timeout?" said Balthazar to Veit. Both had a deep draft of their delicious grape juice. “And we need cookies! For refreshment." “No bad idea. Okay, cookies with the birth of Johann Sebastian Bach. Then let us celebrate this Johann Sebastian. However, first, we take a time out." Balthazar and Veit ate the various cookies alternatingly. Actually, it was a real cookie variety, but they did not fight, because little Baroque cherubs almost never fight and second, because some of them liked these cookies best, the others preferred different ones.

Chapter 3

When all cookies had been eaten up completely, Veit grasped his plate and licked all the crumbs off completely. He smirked impishly. Because he knew, that actually this was no appropriate behavior. If this wasn't enough, he also meant: “Well, now we don't even have to clean the plate." Among all little Baroque cherubs, good behavior was common … they all knew that. However, not all of the cherubs wanted to behave properly always … and of course, all the dishes had to be cleaned properly after each meal. Just like everywhere. “Not this plate anymore," said Veit gleefully. Balthazar resolved to do that later. After telling his story.

          “Who – in the world – now is this very special Bach actually?” asked Veit a little stretched. “When I am supposed to listen to so many stories about this particular Bach, I would love to know in advance, why he is sooooo famous. Is he capable of sooooo much?” Veit really overdid the number of “os,” “Is he sooooo good at performing music?” “Well,” Balthazar wanted to begin with the next part of the story. “Johann Sebastian Bach has not just performed music; he has also made music.” “What do you mean, he has also made music?” asked Veit in no time. “When I am playing on my violin, or I sit down at the piano, then I also make music. What is the difference?” “Well, Johann Sebastian Bach has reflected as well, how it would sound if he put one tone after another. And that is to say, sometimes in this way and after that, differently. Plus he thought about if it might sound nice when sometimes only one violin is playing, and at a different spot, there are very, very many violins that play.” “And much later there are even more violins playing,” meant Veit. “Yes. Plus, Johann Sebastian had surely reflected, how different instruments would alternate. All this is what they called setting tones back then. Johann Sebastian Bach was such a tone setter.”

          Veit was astonished. “Tone setter, I have never heard that before. Is that something like a tone poet? Because that is what I have heard before,” chattered Veit sprightly. He was really proud that he also knew something. That he was well informed in the subject of music. At least he was convinced about that. “Yes, correct. Tone setter or tone poet that is how they used to call people, which today are called composers,” said Balthazar. Veit nodded with enthusiasm. That was what he had heard before, too. “So, Johann Sebastian Bach was a composer,” determined Veit. “Correct,” replied Balthazar “… and what a composer he was!” “And a musician, too,” completed Veit. “Correct … and a musician, too.” Now Balthazar also smiled. He knew of course that a composer was a musician at the same time and vice versa.

“Where has this Johann Sebastian been born?” asked Veit. “In Eisenach. In Thuringia, too,” answered his friend. “So was he famous back then? In Ei - se – nach?” “No, Veit, in Eisenach he has not been famous yet. There, Johann Sebastian still was little. Sort of as little as we both are now. Maybe he was even littler. About this time, which little Johann Sebastian Bach spent in Eisenach, really very little is known. He became famous not earlier than much, much later. Then, however … he became really very famous. However, really very much more famous is what he became in a time when he had died for a long, really very long time. Then … he became even more and more and more famous.”

          Veit had unbelieving amazement in his face. You could recognize that he did not really understand that.” How could somebody become more and more famous, when he had already died? How is such a thing working?” he snorted. “Such a thing is just not possible!” “Yes, it is …” answered Balthazar. “When Johann Sebastian Bach had composed his music,” Veit interrupted him: “… when he had written his music poetry.” “Yes, when Johann Sebastian Bach had set his tones back then, the very most people did not recognize how overwhelmingly super great his music actually was. Just other musicians and other tone setters knew that. And such a tone setter – you liked the word tone poet best, am I right?” “Yup,” confirmed Veit. “Such a famous tone poet was Felix Men - dels - sohn Bar - thol – dy. He loved Johann Sebastian's music so very much: like nothing else in the world.

            It was this Felix, who performed one of the greatest music works of our Johann Sebastian roundabout 100 years after its premiere, for many, really many people. 100 years that is such a long time, it is longer than most grandpas get.” “My grandpa's name is Veit as well,” said Veit, “and my name is Veit because my grandpa was a great musician, said daddy,” added Veit. “So, this Veit had performed the St. Matthew Passion ...” “What actually is the St. Matthew Passion?” interrupted Veit. “Please, don't you interrupt me all the time,” said Balthazar just a very little nerved. Of course, he could well understand why Veit wanted to know that. “That is … what I myself don't know yet so perfect, Veit. Maybe, we should try to google it, on the internet, next week.” Veit was satisfied for that moment. “So, some 100 years after Johann Sebastian Bach had created this particular music work, this Felix performed the St. Matthew Passion for many, many people, who had not been interested in Bach's music for three-quarters of a century. Three-quarters of a century: that is 75 years. All were absolutely excited by that performance of the St. Matthew Passion.” Veit nodded as if he wanted to say: “I knew, they would like it. And then?” He just could not await it. “Then, after Felix ... do you still know, what his name was?” “Felix!” answered Veit fast like a cannonball. “Yes, but what was his last name?” “Mendel ...” said Veit and “... Bart.” “That's only close,” said Balthazar. “However, you are a music cherub and no cherub that tells stories. That is why it's no big problem. Besides, the whole name of this great musician is really hard to recognize. His name was Men - dels - sohn Bar - thol - dy. Just try it out.” And Veit tried it: “Mendelin - Bar - tholdy.” It seemed, Veit had listened to Balthazar’s story a little bit too long, and he did not only get a little twitchy on his little white cloud, but he also became a little … giggly, too. “Or Mendelinum Bartholdelinum?” Balthazar shook his head. “Mendelssohn Bartholdy. And I believe we have to make a little pause after that really exhausting first chapter about this great Johann Sebastian Bach.

           What do you think if you try to perform just a short music piece of Johann Sebastian Bach? You have your notes, and that is what you have learned. Of course, I am not bothered, if that does not sound so perfect in the beginning. After your performance, we have a little nap. As soon as we are done with our nap, I will tell you about the daddy of Johann Sebastian, where he lived in Eisenach and how he performed music together with the little Johann Sebastian. For the reason, to make money for his family.” Veit sat down at his little harpsichord, which he had on his cloud to practice. He fluffed the loose ends of his cloud, made a really serious face, opened the first page of his musical book and began to play. It sounded nice, even at the first time, even without having practiced before. However, thought Balthazar, this was what little Baroque cherubs could do best. Baroque cherubs can accomplish things much, much faster and even much, much easier. Both were happy listening to the nice music and because they had such a great time together. And because they already had learned so much from each other. Finally, because such great music finished the recent chapter of the stories around Johann Sebastian Bach. Both were dog-tired. They yawned as if they tried to outperform each other. Both their mouths could not get any bigger. They fell asleep in no time at all.

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