She wasn’t the only angry woman at U.C. Berkeley. Edgy but unaware of the reasons, she only knew she had to flee, that she couldn’t save the world until she had first saved herself.
A passion for music delivered her to Spain, to Seville, a provincial city fertile with the cry of guitar. There, coveting gypsy power, driven to dance with wild audacity, she staked her life on Flamenco.