08.11
This is the expression that we had more or less at 01:47 of Friday, August 11. That is when we went to the Moon M'era. Me and my brave cousin. As the novel Marco Polo on the Silk Road, we left these shores for the long dark way. And to get up to Hildesheim, Germany, the trip was long but without setbacks. After less than half an hour we stop at the first roadside restaurants. Now, in this regard I have a theory that me meadow, Tuscany and Italy are countries typically chewy. As the fly paper, get out of it is very hard. I feel this feeling every time I try to get away from Prato. When I go to Decadence (which is in Bologna). Whenever I try to get out of the usual circle of habits. But do not digress to personal considerations. Back to our journey in which we have digressed and disclosed. And much chatting you do to pass the journey. Li came up with the observation that you are caught in the Baltic cod in the ass. From there, the real strength of the Capitan Findus. As just one example. Meanwhile, the miles pass or if you prefer the idea of \u200b\u200bexhuming Jesus Christ and use it as a courier. Which, being one and three more moves quickly. Supertrans Jesus Christ. Meanwhile, the miles passed. We arrived at dawn near the Alps and there is the first change of leadership. Andrea takeover collapses and I have said that after all that shit are much cooler. Dawn takes place in Austria in the middle of the mountains , but especially in the rain. The new day wakes up and sees: that I drove, Andrea, who is asleep, a time and just as shitty shitty cd bob marley. So for me the way to Bob Marley and reggae are all loud shit. After a sleepless night with your traveling companion who sleeps hate him. Skip to Austria. 06:23 hours, accompanied by my fart sound we go into greater Germany. For those who cross the Gremania in car there are two big advantages. The first and the highways are not paid, and second that there are no speed limits. After half an hour Monaco and its wind turbines we are already seeing their ass with their perpetual rotate. My Cousin, regains consciousness and gives me the change and after must fully distributed. Now it's my turn to collapse. I wake up in a storm in the Black Forest. In the endless, nameless, timeless, infinite, unwatchable Black Forest (there I put the fucking forest, are you happy). Less than five hundred kilometers and nine o'clock, the time is ideal for breakfast. I love German food is so rich in meat and pork, a little 'less Andrea, indomitable vegetarian. While I do my first nice and hot dogs, he opts for a more healthy breakfast. The champion, I think. Pringles with onion and a sort of Granarolo German chocolate. As highway Germans are many vegetables. At about two hundred kilometers we spot the first dark in parking areas. We are approaching the goal is now ours, and nothing can stop us. And finally we . Hildesheim is ours. At 14:00, we have already found the hotel, then we find an apartment. We eat a bite accompanied by a good German beer and finally we allow ourselves a well earned rest. I remember the last words of Andrew: "We sleep a half hour and then go shopping in any store." There are about nine o'clock when we wake up. Skipped our good intentions of shopping, we go to dinner at a nice turkish who runs a pizzeria in the city center. Now we are ready to address what then entered history as common as the warm-up party. As the name implies is the evening of preparation for the concert to be held on successive days. These five dj rolling hammer us with a little 'healthy EBM and Eletro within six hours. Effectively split the ass with a dj-set cinebrivido. This was followed in rapid succession: DJ Krischan (Rotersand), the protagonist of a wonderful tumble from the stage two days later, DJ Karstedt (Sonic Seducer) I figured if I liked it or not, DJ Terence Fixmer , Bravissimo, put music from fear, LaPlegua DJ Andy (Combichrist), I went to see him placed as if to me it seemed very normal, Dj Jane Medusa (Sonic Seducer), which brought the most beautiful music ever. I could not stop dancing. But it's not just me. All the 'hangar impazzito.Una what seemed to be that risk of going a bit' by sborone. The warm-up party is in many but not all. Few people start with one day in advance and are there to dance beautiful fresh six hours. In fact, some fuckin 'around among the people present in the hangar, Pido meeting and his herd of females, the first Italian briefcase after I see from my cousin. Indeed the first. This shows that we were very few. But in the following days there were more. The first day he went well. We are happy, Teutonic earth to twelve hundred and fifty miles from home. Dressed in our full latex and leather with studs, reflect the shining (M'era) Moon will slide up the next day.
