Dancing with your Angels and Demons (Vilnius)
For some reason that i am yet to understand, any tango event has, invariably, a moment when you find yourself wondering why you keep doing this: spending so much time, effort - and money - to travel to places where you suddenly feel like a total outsider, the one who doesn't belong. Why, after all these years, it still doesn't seem to be getting any easier, why, the more you discover your own voice, the fewer people seem to "get" what you want to say. Any why does everybody else seem to be having so much fun, while you are cursing yourself for all the events you already booked and paid for, if this really is the end. Obviously, you have been there many times before, down this road of desperation and utter loneliness. You remember very well that it did pass before, but somehow, this time it feels more final, more irreversible. You ask yourself what you will be left with, now that *tango is gone*. And then, as if by a miracle, a secret door opens, letting in first a fli...