By Charlotte Oliver
December 24, 2013
Getting into the spirit of things at "Strictly Ethiopian Dancing"
In the last two days, I have seen things I will never un-see.
I have witnessed a raucous group of Israelis “get down” at a silent disco rave…in the middle of the conference foyer.
Imagine the scene: a cluster of headphone-wearing jitterbugsters waving their arms and legs in muted hysteria, while those sitting and chatting around them barely blinked an eye.
I have watched as a couple in their late-70s channelled their best African spirit with some traditional Ethiopian dancing. Shoulders popped, knees bent to the ground – and not a hip replacement in sight.
I have marvelled as a motley crew of old and young did their very best cha-cha to the slightly incongruous sound of Israeli funk. (Jumba, for all those wondering, is like dousing Zumba with chicken soup - and just as delicious.)
I have seen these (and more) bizarre moments of pure, unadulterated disco and - though it shames me to admit - I have struggled to keep up.
The energy here is out of this world; as if Popeye’s spinach has dissipated into the ether of Warwick’s campus.
And what is more incredible: everyone mucks in. I have yet to see one person taking a breather in the corner - well, apart from me, of course.
My point is, there are many lessons to be learned at this year's conference.
But my number one must simply be: whoever said that Jews cannot dance clearly never went to Limmud.