Tuesday, April 17


A few days ago I was supposed to have my first tango class. For no apparent reason I had signed up for tango classes at a place called Tango Passion. I hadn't felt passionate for a long time, and was hoping that this dance would do the trick. I arrived on time and left my coat and bag in the hallway. Tango Passion turned out to be located on the second floor of a dark, gloomy building, next to a bookstore which sells English books. A blond woman wearing extremely high heels quickly glanced at me and whispered: 'Hi'. There were about five or six creepy looking guys in the room, all of which where drinking herbal tea. I waited for about five minutes, then took my bag and coat and left. I spent the rest of the afternoon reading.