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Imagine one day like any other place Jemaa el Fna square: snakes "meander" the sound of the Fife, drums "tambourinent", and walkers stroll a fuss of hell, an incredible mixed sounds and smells of all kinds. And on this, in a corner of the huge square merchants of oranges, on the position, was disposed of the barriers of metal around a large quadrangle. It will dance...

A girl in black hair to boots, advance. It is the Korean dancer YUG Ho Nam, come to Montpellier where his company. Already, four, five rows of men of all ages are agglutinated around the perimeter of the perimeter. Women, they attempt a glance but does not address. In the current Morocco, it is not so easy... The solo - instant - starts in silence. Lonely swallow, the fly dancer, launches into the loops, stops suddenly. It wishes to hand a sheet of white paper which is insrite a list of primary emotions as the color or anger. Support looks, hypnotized, applauds the lesser suspends, laughs. Electrisée by the crowd at the black eyes, daughter burns. Nobody does moufte, neither children nor men become children.

Then comes the turn of the Greek dancer Dimitri Tsiapkinis, a companion of the choreographer Bernardo Monet, sponsor of the event. He is the white: white her immaculate dress of fencer, blond hair, mask of iron and black PomPoms to socks, Greece requires. A two steps always immobile public and patience of Muslim Angel, he begins animal stretching prior to confront the faces of the audience. Move the hand to touch? Her smile, laughing, mocking? Person is not thinking. The monster plays. It is sufficient for their happiness.

And bodies continued day under the Sun. A group of dancers accompanied by children and young people in turn enters the protected area. They are five, six, then ten, twenty, maybe thirty, to follow the movements of a leader and then to imagine others. Europeans include them but most are Marocains.Le time seems to have slowed, a smooth installs, broken by the colors of the clothing. It is sweet, simple, friendly. This is called "contemporary dance" and it is a magnificent moment of sharing with the population.

At the end, each goes, who in his bled, which in the Medina, with never seen images, the memory of a contact with a never cherished dream up there, but certainly recognized.