Don’t say I didn’t warn you. As predicted, the last 10 days were a constant and unyielding frenzy of work, fun, excitement, stress, euphoria, adrenaline, pressure, hellos and goodbyes. Every night in which I was able to sleep more than five hours or spend more than six or seven at home was considered fortunate, while a stroke of luck was needed every day, as I rushed out, to find clean clothes and practical shoes to wear for the next 16 hours.
Yesterday the festival closed and last night I slept for 12 hours straight. This morning, when I noticed this on the floor by my front door and next to my bed, I wondered – for a brief moment, who trashed my house while I was away.