Zouktime!

Zouktime in Brno during the semi-lockdown was a strange and beautiful experience. We were still navigating restrictions, but there was just enough freedom to make this event happen — and for that, I was deeply grateful. Held again in the Babylon hall, the familiar space brought comfort and joy. Everytime I go there I am amazed by the magic of that hall.

There was something bittersweet about that edition. While I danced and connected with people, I couldn’t shake the feeling that it was a sort of farewell. My plan was to go nomadic again, to travel the world, and this weekend felt like a pause before a new chapter. There was so much warmth, laughter, and dance — but also a quiet undertone of letting go.

It reminded me how precious these moments are — how dance becomes more than movement, especially when it marks the turning points in our lives