i am ... the berlin wall

as probably most of my friends know, i started dancing tango argentino a while ago and have become somewhat addicted to it since then. thus, having arrived in l.a., one of the first things i checked out were the milongas in town. innocent and naive as i am, i started dancing with different guys, more precisely with two guys in particular. one of them is an american b-movie film producer (responsible for masterpieces like 'leprechaun' and 'doppelganger'), who is easily recognizable by his cowboy hat. the other one is a professional tango dancer who is originally from russia and exhibits all features one usually associates whith russian machismo. silly little julia thought dancing with those two guys would be entirely compatible and not cause any problems, but how wrong she was... seems like the cold war (including ridiculous propaganda) is not over yet, and little julia is stuck in the middle just like the berlin wall. however, contrary to what may come to mind first, the solution to this problem is not to rely on david don't-hassel-the-hoff to make the berlin wall go down...