Another brilliant piece from a GUNNAS WRITING MASTERCLASS writer
Once upon a time there was a Jewish woman who started a dance academy in a small town in Germany. Her name was Hilda.
Every day, Hilda would travel the same route to the dance academy, left then right then left again.
Hilda loved to dance but loathed to teach. But dance gigs were few and far between in her tiny German village. Known for her harsh criticism, cold demeanor and an incredible high kick.
Over the years, Hilda taught many children but she longed for her own daughter to hold, to scald and to mould into a world famous dancer.
One day Hilda turned right first instead of left on her way to work and she walked past a green grocers. She admired the precise nature of the produce displays. All in colour order and separated by different shapes and sizes. “I shall marry whomever is responsible for this efficient display.” And she did, she married Mr. Hitler the green grocer.
9 months later, a baby arrived, but it was a boy and of course a disappointment. They named him Adolf. But Hilda would not give up on her mumager dreams.
The little boy was forced to dress as a girl and attend dance class everyday with his mother. He was not a natural talent, and Hilda tried in vain to teach her son how to high kick but it was hopeless “you look like a goose!
And what the hell are you doing with your arms?!”
Years later, Adolf was still mistaken for a girl and because of that decided to grow a moustache and join the army.
With his dance experience he choreographed a new march called the goose step and paired it with a strong arm extension.
You could say it went viral or swept the nation…
Ahh, if only Hilda had allowed her child to be who he wanted to be, or at the very least not turned right!