Like Guano on AsphaltJuan Semilla de Manzano had faced more serious problems before. He held a full time job as a VP in charge of peanut butter packaging at one of the largest conglomerates in the country. He had earned a reputation for analytical decision making based purely on logical and common sense considerations.
He must have thought that his training as a peanut connoisseur would become handy when he decided to become a Tango organizer in his spare time. Like peanuts, Tango teachers had sprouted all over the fruited land frequently knocking on his door in the hope of flavoring their bread with a few classes here and there, while waiting for a generous sponsor with discretionary income to bankroll the production of their next "ultimate" Tango show.
At work, his heart was in
the right side of the bottom line. In his chosen pastime, he often found
himself buttering with the same flavor and texture the already sticky palate
of the dancers in his community. He was confident that he could market
He thought that the dance
business was very serious as he watched the high rated dance competitions
broadcast on national television. Professional dancers from all over the
world, wearing lavish and elaborated costumes have made a career of spin-ning
a theatrical parody onto many dances that have roots on the cultural streets
of exotic lands. He was also aware that tango dancers with lots of mileage
under their feet, exchanged a smile and subtly nodded their heads in sheer
disbelief, when the
He had witnessed how a militant
urge and an almost evangelical zest to capture and preserve the heritage
of the dance of the people of Buenos Aires had contributed to the
renaissance and expansion of the Argentine Tango into foreign cultures.
Juan's decision was
whether to sell, "chacarera classes," an Argentine folk dance that, according
to the resource-challenged "teacher" knocking at his door, "was lately
being played in most milongas in Buenos Aires (and a few selected
cities in the US)."