Alma and Eszter

Unknown instruments play music in a sprightly, Bulgarian rhythm. Eszter is stamping about in hesitation, Alma is spinning around. The joy of dance is an ancient heritage with deep roots. It would be no use to direct and disturb the erupting joy with the teaching of steps or moves. I like when they discover in themselves the inclination to music and movement. Sometimes they glance at each other. Look at it! They may meet. And there: two arms meet, two faces smile to each other. The two together, by themselves.