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An interesting think happened to me a couple of weeks ago. I joined a friend of mine who is taking tango classes since the beginning the year. She wanted to share her new passion for dance with me and I am open minded and a bit naïf. I went to this Tango & Milonga party. We were at a cultural centre built an antique "recycled" warehouse. Exposed brick walls, tall ceilings, wooden beans, rustic and appealing. Beautiful place. After the class, while some people danced others mingled and chatted with a glass of wine in their hands. Maybe after the second glass, I accidentally mentioned that I was Argentinian. "Oh! From Buenos Aires! So you must know how to Tango, right? Please! Show us!" exclaimed one of the ladies I was talking to. For me, dancing is an already embarrassing moment. I am clumsy and someone usually ends up hurt because of my lack of coordination. But on top of that, I don´t know how to dance Tango! And I was expected to show them my skills base...