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I climb the tree, heart racing. I’m thinking, “What if I fall? What if Mr. Whiskers scratches me?” But hey, I’m a pro, right? I reach for him, and he just looks at me like, “Dude, I’m chillin’ up here.” Finally, I grab him, and the crowd goes wild! I’m feeling like a rockstar. But then, I slip on a branch. Ugh! I land right in a bush. Not my finest moment.

‘Folk dance training doesn’t end in the rehearsal room’ — An Interview with Kőrösi Csoma Sándor Program Scholars Lili Balogh and István Dániel Molnár