It was mid May 1996, in this hotel in Los Angeles. I noticed the piano as soon as I enter the hotel. Oh, this hotel, beautiful, like in a fairy tale from One Thousand and One Nights... No one has ever played on this piano.

Once Julia and I were crazy going around there and then I played her "Čuk se je oženil" on the piano and she played me one American song...

Piano. I always wanted to play the piano. For me, those people who play the piano are... something special. Artists who hold a special place in my heart.

The piano just stood there. It was a May evening. It was so pleasant. We stood outside in the garden and talked. All those dazzling lights in the hotel turned on at once. It was so peaceful, so nice. All of a sudden, music was heard from this wonderful hotel, which stands there in that dirty city like some kind of illusion that you have to pinch yourself when you see it to believe that it is real.

Someone was playing the piano!

I became electrified, like in some kind of shock, in a trance or something. And then in this trance I went like a sleepwalker to the piano and to the man who was playing it.

When I got to him, he stopped playing. I wanted to tell him, not to stop playing... but he said: "Oh, I'm so sorry, I used to be able to exteriorize to the top of the hotel, but now it's not possible anymore."

I looked at him and wanted to tell him that I didn't understand what he was talking about...

"I know you would like to stay here", he continued. "Youd don't want to go back. Don't you?".

He overtook me again. He was answering my question even before I said it... I wanted to ask him if he was reading my mind or something... Well, it was clear anyway.

I answered quietly: "I can't stay here. Sorry."

And then he played on, and I thought about this miracle, how he understands me, what I want to say and what I feel, and how he can go out of his body at will... And if he can, so can I too. All of a sudden I became so full, I was in that whole space. And I was so happy... So happy.