apple juice is war!
So, it is done. Wacken is over. I had already given up hope that I would survive the last days, but somehow it went well but - although I have at night from the cold hardly sleep could and rain getting into the tent, while outside had a dozen people enjoy it at night to three collectively "Helga!" to roar. Well, just freaks. In such situations was always the answer: "Apple juice is war!" Must not be understood, however, becoming our personal Wacken cult spell and ended up at concerts used. The poor people that stood by Edguy, Finntroll near us are probably still confused. Well, things.
Yesterday I was once extensively in the tub and I've washed the dirt from the skin layer. Amazing how one can miss the comforts of civilization. Finally back with a toilet paper and flushing, finally a decent bed and coffee, whenever you want. At last, no more trudging through ankle-high mud and disgust in the evening before his own clothes when trying to undress her with pointed fingers, and finally thrown into a corner of the tent. No more broken or self-ventilating air mattress sleeping more. But it is cold here anyway ...
A sequence of Wacken is that I have now developed an extreme aversion to cold. Is it time to fear, I could freeze immediately all possible counter-measures taken. Currently, I wear three sweaters and eyeing each other suspiciously leave the gray weather outside the window. However, the cold seems to have somehow taken up residence in my bones and my ears work, but back to normal, but my neck is causing problems. Now a nice warm sauna ... * Sigh * My
bruises I can already count any more. They range from the shoulder to the (bandaged) ankle, and some of them make the name "bruise" credit. Who I would now see as that would suggest spontaneous, I was most severe ill-treated. I can move the neck and barely - which is due to the excessive head banging, and partly to the stage divers, who has fallen during the Finntroll concert on the head. Yes, I'm serious! In a moment I'm still banging on the trance-like, the next pops suddenly something heavy on my neck and I find myself on the floor again, next to my bandana. After that first time was nothing more Partying with, because I could barely move and I had plenty of giddy. Spoilsport! When it was not enough, that to me before the Nightwish gig someone has jumped into the hoe (Apart from various elbow hits - no, can not be ignored headshot here) and I was allowed to bounce once on the medics.
But apart from that - Wacken was GEEEEIIIILLLL! : D
The bands that I watched, everyone was brilliant. I had my fun, even if the rest of the audience sometimes quite lethargic. And then there were still Apocalyptica ... * Argh * When someone squeezed the blood out of my hand, I just stood there with closed eyes and a tear on the cheek, listening to the incredible song "Farewell". Then I seemed to be missing a few minutes of my time, but no matter - I have no regrets. Not the fact that I, when Perttu always on the screen appeared, was only inarticulate sounds strange to me, and then for several minutes in front of me staring while my brain was in neutral and took over other parts of the body thought ... * Cough * What must that damn bastard also look even better live than on all the pictures!
Before I begin now to abbern my keyboard, I will stop the entry better. More to follow later.
Ystävällisin terveisin,
Taistelija
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