The words leap out at me, almost as if sounding a clarion call. Hadn’t I always longed to dance like a typical Bavarian? Germans have a saying that goes ‘Nichts hält jünger, als ein alter Tanz’ – nothing keeps you younger than an old dance. Maybe that’s exactly what I need too – an injection of youngfulness. I sign up immediately.
‘Hey, schau moi da’, he calls.
Polonäse or kids' party game? Either way it feels funny parading around my own classroom.
Clap-clap, slap-slap. Gosh this is fun. Little do we know that the band behind us is about to strike the last note, pack up and go home.
And it had better be size “S”.