


Instead of enjoying the last days in the hot Copenhagen, I´ve been done some travelling: eating brunch in Berlin, dancing the whole night til 10 am (on music festival on a former Russian military airfield in the middle of nowhere), sitting in a hot and sweaty van, camping on a beach, swimming in a Baltic sea. Camp fires, stupid jokes and Żubrówka. Puppet theater, music and ice cream. Sun.
Nice. And dirty. Appreciation to the toilets, showers and clean water! 
And. Me and my decisions…Somehow I ended up to Roskilde after all. But only for a one day, so does that count? I mean, although the actual festival with bands and stuff lasts from Thursday to Sunday, many party people are there already from the previous weekend. It was interesting to visit two different kinds of festivals. From the german electro-hippie event to the professionally organized mass-hygge-party. I guess it´s common in a huge festivals that the crowd and audience is devided in the sections like stalls. If you want to get close to your idol, you´ll have to queueu for couple of hours to earn your spot. That works but looks silly. There were signs and even lights, kind of traffic lights. And althoug in the picture there are only staff, there were lot of people, lot of bands and h o t.

I heard so many times the word “køkultur” (something like queue culture) in one day. The danes don´t like (who would?) the ones who are trying to jump in a queue. They definitely will shout that word after you. They also don´t run a red light ( I mean cross the street when the light is red), but stay and wait even if the street is empty. The Finns doesn´t like the queue jumpers either but they wouldn´t dare to say anything, at most they could give a bad look and curse you in their mind. Still, it´s just one kind of a køkultur among many others – in some other cultures you have to be active and try work your way to the top or just chill out and shout “ultima” when you´re trying to quess who´s the last one in a queueu.
Now I´m recovering and chilling out in an empty town. I´m not sure are the empty streets creapy or cool. Where have all the people gone? I checked the numbers, and they all are not in Roskilde. Hopefully feeling already better tomorrow and can go furher than the nearest Netto to find them. If I want to find them. Believe me, but after spending time with all this thousand of human beings, I sure do appreciate to spend a day by myself. And sleep. And listen to nice jazz that I can here from the open window instead of the trance van we had next to us…
