Unexpected hurdles (Riga)
Just when you thought you were familiar with all the possible ups and downs of participating in a tango event, new challenges present themselves: an hitherto unknown, almost debilitating physical discomfort forces you to sit out most of the weekend. Instead of customarily wading first ankle, then knee, and finally, waist deep in the endorphins generated by dancing, you find yourself stranded on the shore of that sea of emotions that the others now are swimming in. Like a fisherman without proper tackle or bait, you sit and observe others pulling one juicy fish after another, desperately trying to remain confident that this too shall pass, that your time will come again. Admittedly, there are moments of self-pity and resignation. Even after all these years, it is still so easy to feel like everything is lost, that it is now the time you finally ride into the sunset, leaving this particular kind of madness behind. But just as undeniably, there still are countless moments of joy: laughter...