It was like time would stop, and the dancer would sort of step through some kind of portal and he wasn't doing anything different than he had ever done, 1,000 nights before, but everything would align.
Det var som om at tiden stod stille og danseren på en eller anden måde trådt igennem en slags portal og han gjorde intet anderledes end han havde gjort før, de tusinde foregående nætter, men alt ville falde på plads.