Dance Dense

As time walks Sunday to Sunday, this city changes its face. From a city left on its own to a sphere within a sphere, San Salvador keeps  multiplying leaving me with a chain of moment. A chain of pure presents: 

Pure present 1: Backpain, Japanese Rock and Jesus

My office life has given me some back pain which made me decide going to a  a chiropractor. My chiropractor happens to be my neighbour so, to save some cab money, I asked him to give me a ride to the clinic for my early appointments . This is how it goes three times a week:

• we meet at the entrance of our building at 6:50 am, 
  
• we get in the car, he turns on his cd player to japanese rock, 
  
• we talk about coffee, music, places, movies, etc, 
  
• we arrive to the clinic,
  
• I go to the waiting room while he parks the car 
  
• I go to the smaller waiting room where I change and insert my patient card through the door slot (a sign that I am ready for my session), 
  
• he opens de door and greets me as if I was a patient he hasn't seen since the last session
  
• session is over
  

I leave the clinic and walk towards the main road to grab a cab. The cab, whichever cab, listens to christian music followed by testimonials: "I used to be a libertine. I used to listen to pagan music. I used to wear heels and pants.  Yes I used to be a libertine woman.  Then my brother neighbour  told me about Jesus, and now my life..." Unfortunately I always get to work before the testimonial finishes. Then I work, I get my back pain back, and I do it all again (like a never ending story in a defined period of time, I mean the time of my treatment - 3 more weeks). 

Pure present 2: Pink Heresy

I went downtown with a friend and colleague to buy a piñata for another friend and colleague. We bought a Hello Kitty pinata, a pink rosary and a pink salvadorian waist apron. We walked the downtown streets with our gifts to the rhythm of christian music (mostly christian reggaeton and christian bachata). My friend told  me about 24 hour club she found the week before and we decided to go there for a quick dance. And so we did, we got in with our piñata and danced to heretic reggaeton, salsa and merengue  at 4pm. I felt we were defying the rules of the outside world by changing the notes and the lyrics. We left after a few songs, and took Hello Kitty bra-shopping outside the theatre. 

Pure present 3: The End of Hello Kitty

I went to my friend's surprise party (the one we bought the piñata for). After dinner with Peter Cetera and Chicago, we danced to the rhythm of the same music I used to dance 20 years ago. Yes, the same one, the eternal party music with instructions on how to move your arms and hips. As the tradition goes, at some point guests were encouraged to hit the piñata with a stick to get its inner candy. And that is how Hello Kitty got smashed. The End.