If an unknowing foreigner had walked through the centre of Brno at night on Monday, he would have been amazed how lively the city was. A large group of dancing people, who were not led by anyone, radiated the joy of movement and rhythm. Everyone in it was in it for themselves, yet part of a community that came to celebrate the International Day of Dance. It has been celebrated in the world for thirty-one years and it reached us in 2010. This year's part in Brno was initiated and convened by Kateřina Honzírek Hanzlíková, Dash Jiříčková, Jan Ondruška and Michaela Ondrašinová. This included dance improvisation in front of JAMU and in Denisovy sady, dance lessons for children with Kateřina H. Hanzlíková and contemporary dance lessons with Dash Jiříčková in the S lehkou hlavou studio. Probably the most visible part of the celebrations was a dance parade through the city which started at Josefská, circled around the city past the cafés Tungsram and Trojka and through Rašínova they danced all the way to Náměstí Svobody.
The celebrations were concluded under the plague column by a dance jam that started at 7 p.m. It was open to all dancers and passers-by, and everyone involved found their own way of execution. Everyone was the architect of their movement, yet small synchronised groups formed every now and then that were mutually intertwined and regrouped as a large, vibrant kaleidoscope. Students of Dashdance courses, dancers from the group of Lenka Švandová, members of the Brno dance groups Bardo, Filigrán, Oorphane and pole dancers from the Decadance studio found their place in it. The pole dances brought their own pole and their acrobatic performances competed for the favour of onlookers against the more conventional expressions of others. The accompanying drum band split their attention between both sides, and eventually even some homeless people and the occasional dog got a piece of the feeling of belonging.
I actually could not believe seeing how much joy and fun can come from mere enthusiasm for a thing. From this perspective, I found it almost symbolic that there was pretty much nobody from "large" allowance organisations – and that disappointed me. If alternative dancers can find a common language with acrobats in pink sweatshirts, a few professional ballet dancers would also find their place among them. The good mood was not missing in the wooden huts with refreshments which, on the contrary, did not disappoint me at all. I do not understand dancing but I am happy to be reminded at any time that people can get by themselves without alcohol and grilled sausages.