When I was 17, a disco for students was organized in my school. There I used to sit “successfully” on a bench (I didn’t know or know how to dance), with those who shared my same dance skills. So, I had a classmate who was always calm and calm in such events. But once he started dancing as if it were the last time, with good movements and full of self-confidence. He looked very experienced, to the point where people began to gather around him. I wondered how that transformation had happened and where I had learned it. And everything turned out to be very simple: he had come drunk to the disco.
