One day in the 1990s after once again dancing away my lunch break at the Confiteria Ideal, I made to scurry back to my desk at the Chamber of Commerce. But as I stepped out into the street, there was a woman in tears crumpled against the doorway. I was so surprised that I stopped…
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I know how she feels. It happens here, too. But here, at least the teachers make an effort to dance with their students or see that they have partners. Not so much in BsAS!