Milonga de mis amores: 20 years dancing in the Plaza Urquiza » La Nota Tucumán: Journalism engaged gaze of genre

It had to be 2007. I was just starting to take my first steps in tango, clumsy, insecure, but full of an emotion that I didn’t know where it came from. That fever that grabs you when tango catches you for the first time. Bailás on Mondays and Thursdays in class, on Wednesdays there is practice, on Friday or Saturday some milonga with low lights and wooden floor, and on Sunday... ah, on Sunday. That day when everything is finished, when the body …