On Saturday evening, in a small city, working class people come to a local bar, drink a few brews and dance to the live band music in a romantically oldfashioned style.
One guy was superb - the one in military trousers. He danced like Micheal Jackson.
All guests were middle-aged plus. I looked at it with amazement which was combination of sadness and admiration. Sadness - because it seemed like their only entertainment apart from TV. Admiration - because they were so focused on those blissful moments. So happy. I took a few photos and left, not to spoil the atmosphere.