Standing on the fourth floor balcony in St David’s Hall in Cardiff, my head spinning amid the three days, 100 speakers, 70 nationalities of FiLiA 2022, a moment to look out across the bewildering mass of Victorian stone and autumn treetops to the hills, and breathe fresh air.
I look the other way and see layer upon layer of glass, steel and concrete that every city presents when looked on from above. A scene that speaks of sci-fi dystopia or the endless exciting buzz of city life, depending on your mood.
Today, misty rain. In my ears, the eternal background noise of distant traffic and air-filters from hum to rail-road rattle, but then something resolves itself from the noise – it sounds like – it is!
Celestial, choral voices. Women’s voices, raised in political song.
Where are they coming from?
The fairytale proves true.
Somewhere in the sci-fi dystopian layers, amid the tyranny of the city, voices will always be heard.
What I will remember is that where there is song, there is spirit and where there is spirit, there is hope. Sing on, Cwyfen.
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One response to “What I will remember”
Ah, I did not discover the roof! But I discovered the wonderful concert piano on the hallway stage and played on it 🙂
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