I'm 19 years old
I remember I was clumsy, with long, thin legs and always tangled hair. But as soon as I turned on the music, I turned into a whirlwind. My body, as if filled with an invisible, moved to the rhythm of the melody, telling its story.
I want to dance while I have the strength. I want to share my love for dancing with the world. I want people to see in my movements not just steps, but history, emotions, life.
The sun shining through the curtains tickled my nose affectionately. 19 years old, Warsaw, and every cell in my body was screaming: "Time to dance!". I, Sarah, a Polish woman with Ukrainian roots, lived a life of dancing. I didn't just love them, I breathed them.
