We met in tango. You were the first person I really danced with. I didn‘t even know how to do a cross, which – among other things – I learned from and with you. But the real secret of tango could not be told, but had to be experienced: Two steps, one to the side, one to the other, were my first real tango steps, were I felt a connection to you and the music.
We both were far away from our homecountries, and we found a home in our embrace. But I was only a visitor at this place, where you had already spent years. And I had a boyfriend waiting for me to come back. Still, we fell in love and lived this love for two beautiful months. A weekend-trip to buy tangoshoes was one of many happy experiences.
It was painful to go back to my life without you. We said goodbye in your homecity, and then again in mine. I realize now that one cannot force oneself to forget strong feelings. My body refused to comply with the plans of my reason. I‘m still learning how our experience changed my life…Meanwhile I keep dancing.
Claudia
