She wasn't the only angry woman at Cal Berkeley. She was 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 that wild and perfect audacity, she staked her life on Flamenco.