50 Days Till I'm Home Again

I can almost smell that sweet combination of beer, weed and piss. Can almost feel the dust in my hair, hear the drunken swedes and the even drunker icelandic people singing in the distance.
I miss all of it. All those happy beautiful carefree people, the music, the atmosphere. Even the chaos of not finding a spot for the camp, the never moving lines for recharging cellphones, the portable toilets.

Roskilde Festival is getting closer and my senses are tinkling. Getting ready to awake from their slumber.





Soon enough everything will be good again...