Summer camp is over. No more heaving the tired body out of bed to head to an immense dance filled building full of classes and workshops to work and study and think about dance for 10 hours followed by watching performances that allow you to keep studying and thinking about dance. Video archives, bars and theaters all dedicated to contemporary dance. Sharing all this with people from all over the world who just want to push, pull and practice dance. Bye Vienna. Beautiful, mysterious, idyllic, unnerving and too full of itself.
Berlin is real. A vibrant and mottled assemblage of people and streets and buildings to navigate in a life still searching for the dance class, the fellow practitioners, the opportunity to work all day (it seems we often only get to do our work for such small parts of the day), etc, etc.
I got sick and this is not the place to be sick unless sausages, beer, pretzels, beer, coffee, cheese, sausage and crazy thriving nightlife somehow miraculously had become the cure for the common cold. Night 3 and I'm in again.
We made a little video yesterday. That was fun.