The dance performance ‘microcosm’ (a danced conversation) premiered this afternoon (a matinee) in theater Bellevue in Amsterdam.
Just before the storm and maybe before the war.
Afterwards, at the party, a lady engaged me in a conversation, she happened to be a performer herself, but she became something else, I could not figure out what exactly, she asked me: ‘How do you dare to dance in your underwear?’ I answered honestly: ‘It was nothing.’ And if the choreographer had said, ‘we go for the full Monty,’ I would have done that as well.
Dancing is also obedience.