Pas de deux

Today I fulfilled one of those childhood wishes, which are rooted so deeply that they have become just another part of you. Today for the first time I watched Čajkovskij's Swan Lake.

Sure, I could have a word for the too lateral seats, the stinky neighbour, the unflattering theatre. But then the lights went off, the oboe started playing the Swan theme, the harp gently accompanied the dance and nothing else was left to feel, just the harmony of the music and the melody of the moves.

Ballerinas' tutus are one of the most beautiful human creations, the perfect body of the dancers is one of the biggest human achievements, the tense muscles are among the most elegant sources of emotion, Odette and Siegfried's pas de deux is one of the most touching representations of love.

Most amazing of all, all this was there, inside me: it had always been there, with that amazed little me who first heard the leading theme, a couple of decades ago, and remained hypnotised forever.