North Korea’s dancing queens

HER fingers felt delicate in my grasp. Her palms were as cool as porcelain. We were ballroom dancing and, when she lifted my hand into the air, I would sloppily pirouette. My North Korean dance partner was a portrait of composure. Sadly, she was leading around an American klutz. As we did the waltz or foxtrot or whatever – all I know is that she played the male lead, spinning me around like a debutante – I tried to make sense of it all. . http://www.heraldscotland.com/news/16280753.North_Korea___s_dancing_queens/