Dancing life

Today I went to the market and on the way there was a suspicious object on the main road. So the police stopped all traffic, including the people who walked on pavements. In a different country people would be scared… but here, I met my neighbors-friends and we began to chat and laugh. I appreciated my neighbor's fake Prada and her mother's skirt so she showed something else she had in her bag (tried to sell it to me) and we all laughed… don't you think that this is dancing life?