I never thought I would make it to the Roskilde Festival, ‘cause it’s something I’ve only heard about all my life, but this year – there I was. It was like no other festival before and somehow it was such an honour to be a part of it. It’s not just for everyone to have a good time, the workers there are almost all volunteers and it also donates all its profit to charity. And now I’m one of these people who think about going back there every year. Why? Dunno. There’s something about it.

The town of Roskilde is really small, just 20 000 people living there, but at the time of the festivals, it was crowded by 100 000 people. You did notice it. But everything worked. The Danes were friendly, the hostel in the harbour was cosy and peaceful, it was all wonderful. And the weather was heavenly. (I’ve heard about the mud in year 2004.)