Centuries ago when I was discovering sweaty cheap bars I remember jumping and touching the dirty ceiling at the beat of ‘the clash’ while spinning and feeling the music and someone’s boots kicking hard. From punk rock all the way to the electronic raves, the idea was to get lost in the music. My first sight of Jenny was of her dancing…. what a beautiful sight. Yes, dancing. Don’t spoil it with the wrong words. Don’t say anything. No need to open the mouth. The body speaks in a universal language. Seduction. Joy. Flirting in the darkness of yet another shit-hole you love. Mostly because the music. I remember how Tereza seduces Tomas with her dancing, in the evening before their death. But it was a wonderful evening.