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Everybody who knew me before my accident should still remember that I was a quite good dancer.
The thought would have been absurd that I would ever acquire a
dancing pole
for my own four walls,
especially because classic ballet was none of my favourite dancing styles.
Now as passive dancer I have let me built a
stainless steel pole
and fix it to the wall.
However the intended use of this pole is different.
I place myself with my
race wheelchair
next to my
standing device
(this is not a wheelchair)
and transfer over with my dancing pole and slide board and with the help of unnamed volunteers.
Now I’m buckled up, and I am
„standing on my own two feet again“.
Good that I am not on the picture, so at least you can’t see my pot belly.
Translator BL
