ABSTRACT
My mother used to tell me that I started dancing in the cradle. I would throw myself up in the air, turn over, plunge down and smile. Thinking back to my childhood now, I see myself always “moving.” In the hallway of our home I secretly “danced.” Running back and forth between the huge armoires and swinging my mother’s gauzy handkerchief, I believed myself to be a fairy or a lovely nymph. Nobody was allowed to see me though. Anybody opening a door made me disappear into the darkest corner. “Puss in Boots” at a Christmas show was the great and for a long time the only theater experience I had. Unforgettable how Puss kicked his leg high up in the air, hitting the king’s nose. My first encounter with foolhardy audacity. My secret imagination grew into the direction: clown and fairy tale.
