Yesterday I was at the Vienna Ball in Skopje.
I was happy because at the entrance of Hotel Palace I first ran into my dear friend Sasha Eftimova, since we hadn’t seen each other for a long time. We were talking about the body, and I told her that I have always loved her sculpted figure. I asked her how much she weighs, and she said 45 kilograms.
I asked her if she had read the message by Crystal Pite written for International Dance Day 2026. Each year on April 29, International Dance Day brings together dance communities around the world to celebrate dance as a universal language.
She said she hadn’t yet and that she was waiting for April 29. Then I read her a part that I really liked, since I had already read Crystal Pite’s message:
“Dance is ephemeral like breath and concrete like bone.”
Then we hugged warmly and Sasha went to put on her ballet costume because she had a solo performance that evening.
(this is Sasha in elevator, I took a paparazzi photo)
Then I entered the lobby, where ladies and gentlemen in ball gowns and suits were already taking photos in front of a backdrop.
I skipped that ritual of photographing because it’s simply not my style – I don’t like red carpets.
Then Martin Pammer, the Austrian ambassador in Skopje, handed me an envelope with my table number.
I sat at the lobby bar of Hotel Palace, watching the dense flow of people passing by. Everyone present was visibly excited and in a good mood, and different perfumes intertwined in the hotel lobby.
Most of the women had buns, and that made me happy because I hadn’t seen those hairstyles since childhood. I thought buns no longer existed as a style, but apparently they do.
While sitting there observing people, I suddenly noticed my dear colleague Ivan Bejkov, who honestly, was the most handsome and best-dressed man I saw in that space.
He came with his friend Kire, who told me as soon as we shook hands that I had warm hands and bioenergy, that he liked that I didn’t have fillers on my face, and that he liked my perfume and my smile very much. Then I told him:
“Do you know why you like my smile? Because I have the sun in my smile.”
He said that was true.
I asked him what his profession is, because he has such refined sensors to notice all that immediately.
He said he was a porn actor, even though he didn’t look like one. I believed the story, even though I knew it wasn’t true.
Then we all went together to the hall where the ball was held, and there we separated because I was at table 29 and they were at table 9.
I entered the hall, already full of guests, and the tables were filling up. I sat at table number 29 and didn’t know anyone. The only familiar thing was the name Bozinovski written on a black gift card placed next to each plate. I took a photo and sent it to to Igor Božinovski and asked if he was in the hall. He said he wasn’t.
Later I realized I was sitting at the sponsors’ table. Next to me sat the daughter of the owner of Rade Končar- Tep.
The formal program began. Since I don’t like official and boring speeches, I took out my knitting from my bag and continued my long-duration performance that I practice every day whenever I find myself waiting for someone or something.
At the table next to me sat a man with whom I locked eyes for longer than usual, about four and a half seconds. He seemed very familiar to me. Later I asked my colleague Bejkov who this guy was and he said that it was the politician Nikola Dimitrov. I remembered his daughter Jana, whom I met through her cousin Dafina. For a moment I almost thought Jana had become transgender and turned into a middle-aged man, because she resembles her father so much, copy – paste.
Finally, the dancers entered and performed the Viennese waltz. After them, many guests stood up to dance the same dance they had come for.
I observed people as a phenomenon – how they move, how aware or unaware they are of their bodies and movements. I gained many insights by watching them.
Then my friend Sasha Eftimova stepped onto the dance floor – so charming and elegant in her movements.
After that came dinner. Since I’m on a Japanese O-ring detox, I couldn’t eat anything except green salad, which wasn’t even available at the buffet. So I took out my gluten-free buckwheat pancakes from my bag, which fit my detox.
At one point, Martin Pammer stepped onto the empty dance floor with the deputy mayor of Vienna. I didn’t remember her name, nor was I sure I remembered her title correctly, although she gave a speech earlier.
I watched their dance carefully and noticed that between their hands was Pammer’s phone. That detail felt like the most authentic moment of the entire ball – two joined hands, and between them, a phone.
Then my dear colleague Ivan Bejkov came to invite me to dance. I told him I didn’t want to dance at that moment, that I wanted to enjoy simply observing people. We then went to their table number 9, where I met others sitting with him and Kire.
I recognized one man from that table whom I had often seen before at BKW, but then I realized it wasn’t him, but his brother. I had thought it was one and the same person who occasionally just changed a wig from white hair to black and vice versa.
They asked me what I did and where I was from. I told them I was a quantum acoustician, that I live in Milan, and that I was born in Papua New Guinea and raised in Radoviš. They were amazed.
Then I noticed, on the left side, a table where my dear friend Anče was sitting, my doctor – gastroenterologist. I told her she looked beautiful and that she was the most elegantly dressed women at the ball. Anče somewhat resembles Frida Kahlo. She’s a Virgo, like me, with Aries rising. We hadn’t seen each other for a long time, and this unexpected meeting in Skopje, at a ball of all places, made us very happy.
along with Anče, my friend Vasilka was also one of the most elegantly dressed women too, who looked like a 007 – Bond girl.
By midnight I decided to call a taxi and go home to sleep.
On the way out, I ran again into my friend Sasha, who was also tired. I told her I loved her knee and took a photo of her knee with my hand on it. That was the most poetic moment to end the event.
I called Taxi and waited 15 minutes in front of the hotel. I froze.
I got home at 1:00 a.m. and fell asleep at 3:00.