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Three days in the country without any computers, phones and other devices.
Just moving, breathing, crying, screaming, runing, swiming and dancing. Listening to the body. Second night we had a fire show and i tried to beat the drum. I like to play music. Sometimes i use my gitar. Some years ago i played piano. Usually in the forest i take my jew's-harp. But it was my first experience with a tomtom. I tryed to find a rythm, listened to other players ( we had some flute, other drum, and a lot of other music devices i don`t know how the call)
But my music was so boring. And other played awful. I was so sad. But sudenly I looked at the lake, trees and sky. Stars moved to the fire. The fire flow out in the water. And hole this univers started to breath. My body began to move (like in the small dance) and my hands beated the drum. And i`ve make it! I didn`t have to think or to do enything. It was a flow of music. Music of my body.
It was so hard to hold longer because of fuckin drank tourists who came to see the show.
But i had some minutes