My name is Emily, I'm 18, I'm from Riga. My main outlet is dancing. Not some kind of classics, but just turn on music — from pop to some Latvian indie — and move on. Most of the time it happens in the kitchen while I'm waiting for the kettle to boil. My body starts picking up the rhythm by itself, and now I'm doing drag-step between the table and the refrigerator, or dancing smoothly by the window, looking out at the evening city.