It is dark in the hall. The spotlights are focused on the dance group, his daughter is between the other dancers. She is still so young and yet she has the gaze that reminds him of Valentina.   The spotlights followed each and every of her steps. Her heels clattered, echoing through the hall as she danced. Guitar music resounded, a man and a woman sang, the steps of the dancer followed them in rhythm. Jakob took out his camera, took pictures of her, the whole evening long. He was enchanted by...