In these days of cold weather and forced inactivity because of poorly controlled asthma, I’m really longing for a ballet class. You know, wooden floors, layered leotards, ripped tights, muscles burning. This is my fourth week not doing anything and it feels ugly. It tastes like Singulair, smells like salbutamol and the sound of it is obviously wheezing. I’ve lost half a size but sadly it’s only because the muscle tone is gone. I hate it.
Anyway, at least this weekend I’ll be able to see someone do something. We have William Forsythe in town, presenting Yes We Can’t (Barcelona version) in Reggio Emilia, and Silvye Guillem dancing 6000 Miles Away together with Massimo Murro in Modena.