ABSTRACT
It all began 30 years ago, in 1978, with an accident. I had a student, a 16-year-old boy, artistically one of the most talented youngsters in the school, although the results of his physical assessment at the entrance audition had put him in the lowest class. During a break between classes, this boy and some of the others were playing about in the studio, enjoying the height of the jumps that, as dancers, they were able to achieve with the help of a springboard, never thinking that after a soaring flight through the air, a safe landing is extremely important. He landed wrongly, breaking his landing leg diagonally right across the shin, with extreme lateral dislocation of the fractured lower leg. There followed months of medical treatments and procedures, then weeks in plaster and finally the verdict of the doctors, that that was the end of the dream of becoming a professional dancer.
