The feria in Tel Aviv

Ok, so normally it happen in Sevilla - a party of a lot of flamenco and even more of sevillanas (a couples dance which belongs to Sevilla and it is a bit of flamenco but not pure). Every time it's in April. Some people thought that because of the big flamenco scene in Israel - it should happen in Tel Aviv as well, at least something that capture the idea. Last year I missed it, but I have been this year (yesterday). As I heard of what was last year - it probably got much better this year. It wasn't perfect. It was very crowded and the times wasn't the strong side in the short nice nice courses. Accept of those two technical problems - it was a pleasure to be there and see it happen. I heard last year just about the contest. This year it was include two of them - one of kids and one of adults. I didn't sign to this, but it was. This time - also some shows in the entrance and the backyard, short courses, a room that showed flamenco movies and videos and some clothes - mostly of Raquelita. There was also a stall with mostly memorial stuff of Spain in "big" and more flamenco. It was few hours from afternoon till the night at Instituto Cervantes. When I got there I already someone I know from Be'er Sheva, but it was in the entrance' line, so I couldn't say hallo normally. Even before getting into the building - it was possible to hear a guitar playing inside. Inside I could find out it's the guitar player who comes to the studio of Neta and perform with her in the last few years is playing. I had a bizarre talk with him. He stopped playing for that and asked me what am I looking for. I said the place. Oh, here it is! What's now? I asked if he knows where are the courses. He told me to go up. I did and got into traffic. The first floor was the floor of contests, the didn't let all to get into the studios together and there were many - mostly for the kids' contest. I met there the kids who learn with me on Sundays. The messy one almost jumped for hello. They both said hello. I asked them too about the courses. They really tried to help - them and another kid that I don't know, but they weren't sure what to say. I was so into the find it out, sign and get to those I wanna till I forgot to wish them luck. At least I remembered other manners (like thank you...). One more floor. I got to Raquelita. This sweet heart saved me a bolero like the one that I bought before and died in an iron accident. It was her last one in this color. And now she have some new stuff and I found myself pulling out a skirt from her new collection. One more amazing one with colors which I love, but I won't dare to wear accept in flamenco. While this time I met the girl from Be'er Sheva. She's a professional dancer who came to give one of the shows. I changed to the new skirt. This dancer said it looks good on me and I started to model her her this one. While she was checking skirts for kids' group she teach - her guitar player cached me for a talk. He is the one who have some things to say on this blog how bad it is and how bad am I for writing it (others are bleeding so they have the right to have blogs of their own). I hoped to get away from this talk cause I came to have fun and I had a feeling that he will try to ruin my mood. I couldn't avoid it. He told me again that I need to change things. After I thought he told me once all he had to say (and made me write a whole post on it) - he had some new things. He said that he don't want to insult me, but it looked like he really try to. I'm not a paranoid - I know how a critique sounds like when you try to help. And I do hear some other things from others as well. The things he say and the way he say were like showing me that I know nothing and I should hide in the corner. It was again "do all different" and said that I can't know that people read. Really read it. And they won't come back. He knows. It won't last. He understand I want to pull it all out, but it isn't the way. The funniest thing - people don't read it and don't come back? How does he know so many details that I wrote here? And I didn't tell him personally that it's a way to pull all out... And he can tell me in which language to use cause I have mistakes and he can control 4 languages. I didn't even count the times he told me about the 4 languages... In the first time he had what to say - he told me that I'm not bleeding enough and do nothing for flamenco. I guess that spreading love to flamenco isn't enough. I wrote about the love as a comment in the blog - NOT to his face. Now he asked me how long am I in the flamenco. He said that I'm already in the point that it all looks clear to me and I forget that not everyone knows as well. I should go down from it. Accept - damn with spreading love - here in Israel there is a scene. I should convince those who already convinced. This is one more reason for I shouldn't write in English. Weird... Ok, I understand. He find it so boring till he have to read it himself! And he is so much better than me! I'm sure it could be so much fun to push him from the roof, but I had some more important things to do. I said I'll think about it, but it was mostly to finish this "lovely" talk. It worked - he finally left me alone. I wonder if he'll say one more thing in the future as someone who don't read it. I'm sure that he reads mine more than I do read his. He said something about the videos he upload in his blog - videos that I never had the patience to watch (maybe accept once that I tried). After this - I found out where are the classes. I hear some music from one more floor up. There were little stairs for the roof' floor. About this - in another time (after all - to write just like this?).