May 22, 2017 Weitra, Austria
Having coffee in a small town in Austria, I hear a familiar song, Private Dancer, by Tina Turner. Suddenly it hits me.
The song is powerful, sad, tragic, the human state, the state of humans. I am your private dancer, I will dance any dance you want but you will never own me, I own you, you will never have my soul. To me you are all the same, you have no soul. You are paying but you can never own me.
I am your private dancer, dancer for money, any old music will do, do what you want to do.
But I am not, I am your Krav Maga instructor. Thank God I can pick and choose. You will not see me do the Shimmy or whatever dance you like. You will not make the choices. I am not your private dancer and you cannot buy me.
I will not sing your song, I will not tell you whatever you want to hear. I will not teach techniques that will please or entertain you. I will not put on a show for the spectators. I am an instructor, not your private dancer. Understand that before you invite me to teach a seminar.
The men are all the same, you do not ask their name. You do not think of them as human, you do not think of them at all, keep your mind on the money, I am your private dancer.
But I am not your private dancer, and I will think of you as human, I will think of you, and I will not keep my mind on the money, you are not all the same, and I do look at your face, and I do ask your name.
There are plenty of Krav Maga performers out there who put on quits a show, they will baffle you with bullshit. They are your private dancers. I am not. Understand the difference.