Report of the concert in Gothenburg, Sweden, Oct. 19th 2009

(A report by Milada Lenhartová from Brno, Czech Republik)

(Translated from Czech by Danka Čolláková, Slovakia)

Hi, Hi there everyone! I returned from Sweden, I have not even unpacked, and I’m with you. Do I have noted that it was such a surreal experience that I absolutely did not provide. For the record: I’m the old person who finally went with her husband the “honeymoon” after 37 years of marriage – to Alex’s concert in Goteborg. (I will find that once I’ve got a new computer, I’m not used to it…) but I should have noted that even though I’m an old granny according to calendar, I still feel like a girl, so I can also take these trips for Alex (in total enchantment) …


I once had a grandmother who lived to old age and her thoughts were always young … once when she was in 90th year of his life, during the summer at her cottage, I was there with her for a week (when I was about 17 ) and my boyfriend came to me, and what my grandmother? She prepared one bed for him and me and when I wondered, she commented it in the modern way: he is your beloved, right? While my mother did not fairly allowed us to go to the cinema …my grandmother had learned to ride a bike when she was 65 etc. She had a young soul, and perhaps this young soul fits to me a bit. I do not want to comment on my age anymore (only here I feel it) …

Well, to the merits of the case: We flew to Goteborg, small hotel was right next to Liseberg Park (17th floor), where primary Alex should played. View of the city … beautiful. It will be in no time! And on Sunday 14.00 (I found it on the net), Alex should have a signing session at a shopping centre Nordstan about 2 km from the hotel. We arrived there on Saturday and we got the information that tomorrow here and here (podium 5 x 5 meters) and that he will sign the CDs.

Next day we were there already two hours in advance, people scrolled not only around the stage but also in the floors etc. Before 14.00 a little about 20-year-old boy with a guitar climbed onto the podium and played and sang like Bob Dylan…Yeah, I was standing right next to the rope around the stage, of course. And then, insanely tensed waiting crowd gasped, Alex came in gray branded sweeter (Olivers), gorgeous and with the violin. Close, 3 meters from me he played on fiddle, my beloved Hungarian Suite, then the old Swedish song and lastly Fairytale (I think it is on youtube, so far without me). I made video with my camera, my heart was shimmering …

Then the crowd was asked to queue for CDs in sale (only 139 Skr instead of 189). They brought wheeled cash-desk and hundreds of girls and grandmothers ran there … Alex signed, took the shoulders and photographed, and the crowd was moving, with the help of bodyguards… I carefully checked, how friendly, kind and wonderful he is … just a divine … All night before I had summed up what I would tell him … and we would not find out how the „honeymoon“ say in Russian. We called it „svadobnoje putěšestvenije“ and done, I did not want to be ashamed of my English …

Me, who had sworn after August 1968 that I would not speak Russian till the end of my life … and suddenly it was not language of Brezhnev, Stalin and Lenin any more … and I said, it’s the language of Tchaikovsky, Dagilev and Anna Pavlova and Baryshnikov … Well, I belong to a generation that had to graduate in Russian and our teacher was from Russia and forced us to learn strongly… so … Well, in spite of the fact I cannot stand anything Russian all my life … it was suddenly away … I turn out once more!

My parents have experienced the “liberation” of Brno, by the Russian army under the leadership of Malinovsky, which were the worst soldiers … when my mother was close to death, she told us how Russian soldiers had gone from house to house and had raped everyone female looking and when a son, husband, father had protested, they had been shot without mercy … My father told how in the house where he had lived … well, the same… I do not know why I write it here, but please understand that my generation is hatred of everything Russian so much… it was… and look, a cute boy with a fiddle comes and I speak Russian with pleasure …

Finally I am at Alex and I am telling him where I am from and that I saw him in Oslo and that he is so cool and that he makes me happy … well, I babbled and babbled … my husband held the camera and took the pictures (I will give sometimes photos) and Alex was so happy listening to my babbling, he gave two signatures, and I begged for a photo and I showed my husband (I started to speak English) so Alex grabbed me around my shoulders an my husband pushed and pushed the camera and nothing … oh my goodness … he can make problems with anything possible!!!

Alex spoke pretty and nice, but I just felt a pose and how he was holding my shoulder … something unbelievable … Then I was dragged by the bodyguards and I looked into the camera, I was there next to Alex, but not the holding around shoulders one … uuuuuu …. so the husband said, let’s go back to the queue to explain … well, we were there again, but a men in the green hat came and asked what we were looking for and why, when we had been there before, he apologized but sacked us into another corner to wait … (I doubt if it was not Kjell Arid from Team Rybak ..), so we waited and waited and wept and wept … and then it was turn for our corner …

hurraay, again the queuing as for bananas long time ago … finally at Alex. My husband explained to Alex what he had done wrong… Alex said: AAA Czech lady! and he took me again around my shoulders in a indescribable way … I put my hand on his back under that grey sweeter … so yes … and I was caressing his back and my husband finally was able to make picture and Alex did not let the old woman go and he told to my husband to take it one more time to be sure … Unbelievable nice boy, kind, sweet … he crawled on the ground around people in wheelchairs, lifted small kids and embraced them and made faces to the mobile phones and cameras …

We watched at him doing it until 17.00 and then we rolled to take another clothes because the concert started at 18.30 in Lorenzbergteatre … very close to our hotel … Incidentally, this is probably a little theatre, where Bedřich Smetana conducted in his time … The concert was not completely sold out, tickets were still possible… but, my dear, dressing room … two coats on one hanger and they asked 50 Skr … they got „with chair into the head“ in Moravia for that …

The concert was unique, I can not describe it, I have it everything in my camera … very similar to the Oslo one .. and that old Swedish song, and the one instrumental one with Alex’s violin and Frikar danced and threw themselves onto the ground … it was 13 horses, Komarova, … he picked the girl for flowers and teddy bear thing – I think old, ugly and thick… size F or G.

Now to the point … I just feel weak in my knees remembering it … Well, back to the concert: he asked in between songs how many Russians are there, about 50 hands rose … But in general the audience was more my age (mean admirable with an escort), and here and there a young lady…
Yeah, during the signing in the afternoon, in the corner of the stage Moa was sitting, in leather pants and chewed and chewed … we looked at her carefully… nothing extra beautiful … perhaps kind girl … well, I do not know …

We wish to Alex all and all the best … But during those two hours, while Moa sat there, no once their eyes crossed, so girls, just among us, they really should …
The concert was wonderful and gorgeous … an it was Hungarian suite once again…
After the concert I said to myself: I’m going to buy a T-shirt with Alex (they also had a canvas bags with Alex on them) for the 200 Skr … yeah and woman who sold them said: Wait here, T-shirts will be signed …

Oh my God, I have not even dared to hope … Hooray… the entire lobby was full of people, then Alex came and the press was strong … without bodyguards … though the man in green hat was there again.
I photographed Alex from very close while signing, taking pictures, hugging … and look … news … he gave a kiss to some girls´ cheeks time to time … He was incredibly gracious and kind and patient… he signed hands, pieces of paper, tickets … Finally, in about an hour, I succeeded to press to him … and he, my God, he said … Ahhh, my Czech… it touched me, I mean, so many thousands of people he served in the afternoon and in the evening and he remembered me. ..

I gave him a T-shirt to sign and he was speaking to me, some nice words in Russian, and how he leaned to me, my brain got dark and I held up my hand and caressed his hair … well, pshaw … when he is playing and his hair are moving … the desire was in me … so I caressed and perceived his wonderful washed-up thick soft hair, when Alex … he said one wonderfully-beautiful sentence in Russian, he leaned to me, oh gosh, that man has a power in his hands, he lifted me up a bit, put my chest on his chest (why had I coat?!) kissed me on my neck and then he put his nose into my hair and what he said to me in sweet Russian, I do not tell to anyone until my death … it was such a magnificence, his voice so soft, impressing, these words … jewel, treasure, gem among all sweet nonsense …

that hug (according to Danka : catch, hug, sex up … Danka, well, you must have given advice to him!!!!).
I think, my sense left me at the moment (in fact it happened 5 months ago), because after that I remember nothing … I just remember I saw my husband laughing from ear to ear… and I heard that hug and kiss (his words did not hear anyone) was commented by around standing girls with shrieks of surprise…

In two days, when I got to normal, my husband pushed at me: What Alex said to you when he hugged you???? But I did not tell and I will not tell, I keep that beauty for myself, sorry.
I have to say, I know my beloved for 45 years ad we had our fairytale together about 42 years, so we know each other very well. But my husband is a pragmatist, ascetics, tough athlete who has full understanding for my craziness (Alex is not the first) a full understanding, how we can see ..

Thus, it would be all, but not … we got out of the theatre and my husband wanted to take me a picture in front of Alex’s poster, and while he was taking it, he said I was white as a wall and let’s go back to the lobby … no, he had not to persuade me … so we were hesitating there and my husband praised Alex for being so patient and open to everyone … but he did not lift up anyone else, I can say for sure.

Then the queue slowly ended, there were about five people and Alex there and he saw us and asked my husband, so what, do we not take a picture once more, for being certain?? But my husband said no, that I must be taken strict, Alex made the bow and left and end of the story.
Girls, a lot of men, boys and guys hugged me in my life, but the feeling what I had in Alex’s embrace I have not known before… it was how I knew his embrace from a hundred, hundred and fifty years ago ..

I cannot write anything more, but it was a shot!!! A miracle happened! And what more, I am not embarrassed by Russian and violin anymore… It was pure miracle and it is a miracle – this gorgeous boy with beautiful sweet voice. And how wonderful his hands are…

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