My father is a violinist. As a child growing up in Baghdad, he was really obsessed with these Jewish musicians who played in teahouses where poets and prostitutes hung out. It was just unheard of for a boy from a strictly Islamic family to enjoy this music and want to play the violin. Luckily, he eventually won a scholarship to study in Budapest, which is where he met my mum. Although he was familiar with the Western greats, it...

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