Polyphonic Palate

I didn’t always love techno. I felt in love with it when I was broken – after leaving a toxic relationship that almost erased who I was. I wasn’t looking for beats. I was looking for myself.

When I was with him, he forced me to join a rave party…

When I left him, I understood now I am doing it cuz I want, not cuz I have to…

I danced by myself, I danced with other people, I listened to music, when I had good or bad day… I danced in sunny Marseille and now I am dancing in cold Berlin. There was a time I felt empty. I just wanted to feel something again. When I went to hard techno rave – I cried. Not because I was sad, but because for the first time in months, I felt alive.

It wasn’t just music…It was medicine.

I started going out more often, learning my music taste better, watching the crowd, realizing that everyone there was healing something too.

That’s the thing about techno – it doesn’t ask questions. It doesn’t care who you were yesterday. It just tells you: keep moving, everything’s gonna be okay.

Techno taught me many things, but the mais was to learn how to listen my own rhythm again.

Healing isn’t a straight line. Sometimes it’a a loop – a long track that builds, breaks, and drops again.

See you on the dancefloor 🪭

A.