In the Human Whirlpool (Copenhagen, Denmark)

Sometimes, being caught in the middle of a human whirlpool of kicking legs and shoving elbows during a powerful Troilo tanda can be the magic formula for re-discovering your dance.
Besides that Troilo being one of the very few tandas that I liked, other magic ingredients were the tightening circle of wild energy around us, the ever-shrinking space, and without a doubt, the determined calmness of my wonderful leader that did the trick. It was a bizarre, unique experience, and I emerged from it feeling rejuvenated, relieved - and very, very grateful.

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