The fourth week of our dance project, I wanted to overcome another fear by becoming a professional dancer, so here we are.
The days in the dance studio feel sometimes long, the body is not yet sour but I miss my laptop more than expected. My ambition to be able to do the split before March might turn out to be another disappointment. And yet, I’m sure the moment it’s over I will miss the studio and the temporary masters of my body.
Just as I missed Baghdad and the Hamra Hotel.