deep story nr. 197 l first beat l by Denny Maechler

I enter a narrow, dark corridor. It seems really heated up by all
the people who have been passing through here for hours. In the
corridor, one can only orient oneself by a weak light that falls
into the corridor from the large hall. Oh how I have longed to be
back in this place. These old walls with this high gracefully
shaped ceiling and the gigantic mirrored windows, which make the
entire interior seem light and seemingly weightless, captivate
you from the second you enter the dance hall. A joyful excitement
jolts through my body. In a moment the first bass would start.