This book is a collection of letters to Dance by people between the ages of 7-92 from Berlin, New York and Tel Aviv. The book begins with our oldest writer, from Tel Aviv, and ends with our youngest writter, from New York. These letters have been written by people of different backgrounds and languages, by those in exile, by visitors, by some who have born in their city and are still going to school, others who are working or looking for work, and by people who are coming to terms with the aging process.
What these writers have in common is that they are examing their very own relationship with Dance. A letter is always begun by addressing the recipent, and this first impulse enyourages a correspndence. This form of letter allows evry possible expression, any language and any style. Hate and ange, love and desire, grief and dreams are all found here.
In the two years of the prohect, Dance received more than 600 love letters, funny anecdotes, life stories, confessions, and more than a few jibes. Dance was adressed as best friend and lover, as well as enemy, therapist, acapegoat and projection.