a house dripping with phosphorus, where the edges of the window were burning around the flames. And my father said, “Look! I’m not crazy, look, this house is like Mozart.” And the next house, where flames were coming right from the basement, he said, “That, that is Wagner.” He gave me a way to overcome the horrors of war. And so, survival became a strength I chose to overcome the destruction I witnessed around me. I really had the feeling, the very deep feeling, that I survived for a reason, and that I had a mission, a duty to do something, that I was really in search of my life. Where is my place?
Dance Hall
Have they started or are they just practicing?” asks a gentleman sitting in the row behind me. It’s a fair question: students from Rambert School of Ballet nonchalantly execute their own sequences of repeated movements as the audience filters in, taking their seats on all four sides of the vast performance space.
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