Inside again (Riga, Latvia)

There is something quite unique about these mornings of your favourite tango event, waking up after another afterparty that lasted almost until breakfast time, you feet throbbing, you eyes unable to focus, your mind struggling to grasp the difference between reality and illusion.
Perhaps it is the physical exhaustion, being surrounded by others experiencing the same sense of everything happening right now and here, or the music that seems to get under your skin more and more, the further the event progresses. All of a sudden, you have lost all sense of time and place outside the milonga, and find your senses tuned more and more into the frequencies of listening to another person's heart through the movements of their body.
On mornings like this, you wake up, and listening to Pugliese is the only logical option.

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