Dance of Cultures

Updated: Jan 30, 2019

My hobby: music - especially singing. Preferably not alone. Until recently I was on stage as part of a cover band in my spare time – to give people music to sing and dance along with.

The audience was always mixed but due to the repertoire, which consisted mainly oldies of the 50's, 60's and 70's, it was more my parent's generation.

On a May weekend, a performance as usual, 5 people pulled the average age clearly down... young Africans were among the guests. As it turned out, a lady who was involved in a refugee shelter had brought her protégés with her.

They sat at the table eating schnitzel and fries and silently watched the events.

People who were much older than they were, music they didn't know, strange looks at them. Probably not the most pleasant situation.

Two hours and a beer later they suddenly stood among them, the elderly gentlemen, dancing, rocking, seesawing to their youth music and "Hang on Sloopy".

The 5 young Africans were enthusiastic dancers and I did not look bad when they shared joy and exuberance wiggling hips with the ladies and gentlemen of the more mature generation.

They felt integrated, arrived - at least for this evening.

I wish you and us many such evenings, they do so well.

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