Free The Discordant Note by Claudio Ruggeri

who have distinguished themselves worthy, for instance in national competitions, indeed, received certificates and some subsidy to continue their studies”.
    “Any guy could be rewarded here or only those who are enrolled in your center?”.
    “Well ... of course only some of our students, who perhaps had made a good impression at regional or national level”.
    “What kind of arts are treated in this center, Mr. Angelini?”.
    “We have a workshop where we teach how to play several musical instruments, from piano to saxophone, then there's a whole other part about literature and cinematography ... but our pride has always been Music”.
    “Do you know if some of your guys has never taken private lessons from Master Brandenburg?”.
    “Not that I know, but in reality, I never got to know exactly if that happened”.
    “Why not?”.
    “Because Brandenburg was not that talkative. When we invited him, he showed up five minutes before the ceremony without exchanging a single word with anyone, then took the stage, two sentences of circumstance and he went away soon after; no boy or girl never asked me how to contact him so, if that happened, it was not by me”.
    “Do you have a telephone number of ...”.
    “Unfortunately not, the Master wanted be sent only an invitation letter then he would have replied confirming whether or not he would have taken part to the ceremony, nothing more”.
    “I see ... I would have one last question, Angelini ...”.
    “Tell me, Commissioner ...”.
    “What did you think when you came to know, I guess from newspapers, Brandenburg’s death?”.
    “What did I think? That perhaps in some people’s lives, there is a part that is never shared with others, that one we call private   life ... some of us, like the Master himself, still manage to keep it private, away from prying eyes and judgments ... I know, Commissioner, that what I have just said is somewhat vague, however, it was the exact feeling I had while reading the news”.
    “You’ll find it hard to believe, Angelini, but I’m not surprised at all”.
    The answer to that last phrase of the commissioner, was a   half-heartedly smile, after which the two exchanged a few words of circumstance and then said goodbye.
    Germano immediately climbed in the car and headed to the second destination of his afternoon tour, the orphanage.
    This time he found waiting for him a nun, Mother Alberta, who had been running the structure for many.
    The room in which the commissioner was invited, appeared quite austere, with a small table completely filled with papers and one chair as only furniture.
    Germano, indeed, had to sit down on one side of the bed, the one you put your feet while sleeping; at this point, he could finally start the conversation with Mother Alberta, who preferred to sit on the only chair in the room.
    “You were fast, Commissioner ...”.
    “I came as soon as possible ... as I mentioned on the phone earlier, I am conducting the investigation into the death of Master Brandenburg and we came to know that ...”.
    “That the Master frequented our orphanage?”.
    “More or less ... the only thing that it’s still not clear to us, is the kind of relationship he had with this Institute, I don’t know, maybe Brandenburg used to make donations to the orphanage?”.
    “He did better, Commissioner, he used to offer his art to the less fortunate children, believe me, anyone who has to live in this place has a pretty important credit with luck ...”.
    “I've no doubt, Mother Alberta ... so Brandenburg destined part of his earnings to ...”.
    “No commissioner, maybe I wasn’t clear, sometimes he offered some small amount of money but what he actually used to do was to teach kids to play and create music, in the hope that this knowledge could be useful to some of them in their lives”.
    “I see ... he must have thought that the music could provide an opportunity of social payback for these young people”.
    “Of that, I