People call him a genius. A master. A titan.But I knew him as Ludwig.Not the legend, not the silhouette bathed in candlelight at the keyboard—but the boy with shaking fingers in a cold attic, the man who sat in forests staring at nothing because he could no longer hear the world.He wasn’t easy to love. He could be stubborn, proud, distant. But beneath all that … [Read more...] about Beethoven’s Painful Journeys: A Friend’s Unspoken Support