With Chopin in Majorca – Siukum Balala’s blog

I’m in Poland. I am satisfied and I should write about Poland and Polish affairs. However, partying takes my breath away and I have to reach for blogging reminiscences, which is nothing reprehensible and which is always emphasized by my master blogger echo “fijer cwanzig” from Austrian Krakow.

The Chopin Competition is on, it is going on and nobody cares. And we remember the emotions associated with the competition, with unusual musical rivalry. We remember the enfant terible of the piano by Ivo Pogorelič and his emotional marriage with the Georgian teacher Alisa Kezeradze, who is 21 years older than him. It happened in a time when Insta, Pudelek and gossipy affinities were not there. And who cares about any pianist today, even if his name is Fryderyk. Mata, this is just an artist, and his dad? it’s a pity to talk. I, however, in spite of bad times and bad **** m artists, will write a note about the patron of the ongoing competition in Warsaw.

Of course, I could write about the unfortunate – a year before his death – the master’s tour of England and Scotland. There would be delights with Jane Sterling, who is platonically in love with Frycko. One could even write about the carbon footprint, because the stay in a smoky Manchester was a nightmare for Chopin. The stay in the cold and damp mansions of Scotland was probably the nail in our master’s coffin. These things always play in my head because almost every day I pass the Pleyel piano by Deansgate and every day I see Frederick’s wind-blown hair. However, I will not write about Chopin’s stay in Manchester because I have a headache and I am fed up with partying. That is why I reach for reminiscences from the trip and my stay in Majorca, without the Pleyel piano, which did not arrive on time, but with my wife, who, like George Sand, smokes cigarettes and very often Drinks a lot. Although, unlike Chopin, I don’t cough too often. I don’t smoke, I prefer to drink.

These amazing memoirs by Fryck about divination from expectorated phlegm and tapping the lungs. The peasant suffered before he died young. However, he did things that many giants could not cope with.

To you Frycek a note.



The town of Valldemossa in the Sierra de Tramontana must be handled with extreme care. Distant from hot Palma de Mallorca less than 20 km [ różnica poziomów ok 500 m ] however, the town, although it looks heavenly, may surprise with an unpleasant coolness.

If we are cold, we will be cold in good company. Fryderyk Chopin and George Sand, who were in Valldemossa at the turn of 1838/39, were freezing no worse than us. The not very pleasant stay in Valldemossa ended with the composer’s illness, with composing a few pieces, and George Sand provided materials for the book “Winter in Majorca”, which cannot be recommended to people who want to visit the town.

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The corridors and cells of the Carthusian Monastery continue to blow cold to this day, the interior is not warmed by even the 3-meter high papier-mâché figures of Chopin and Sand, resembling figures from Disneyland. There are not many souvenirs in the cells occupied by lovers. Death mask, hand cast, manuscripts, portraits and sketches as well as the questionable Pleyel piano by Chopin, brought from Paris at the end of the stay. The only nice and warm place is the south-facing garden as described in the book “Winter in Majorca”

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Chopin Gardens

Of course, today in Valldemossa it is beautiful and the town is really worth visiting, although we will hardly meet Fryderyk Chopin, George Sand, and even less Michael Douglas, a well-known and respected citizen of Valldemossa, the founder of the city’s cultural center.

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Municipal cultural center founded by Michael Douglas

In the narrow Rectoria street, adjacent to the Church of St. Bartholomew, we can visit the house turned into a chapel in which the only saint from Majorca, Santa Catalina Thomas, was born.

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And, of course, you can’t help but visit the modest royal residence of Sancho I adjacent to the Carthusian Monastery.

And then all that’s left is to eat the local delicacy, Coca de patata sweet rolls.

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City museum

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The Nicaraguan poet Ruben Dario stayed in the Carthusian monastery in the years 1906-1913. Here he wrote the short story The Gold of Majorca and the poem La Cartuja

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In the Carthusian monastery

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