02/08/2007
We are in the morning, at the crack of dawn (for lunch) and put our asses on the seats, chair of the circle. Some also take place at this year's set and thus have no less fun.
Three people finally come to us. Their names are tanks, domes and domes father-of about sixty years old. They lined up after a while in our illustrious stage and will be then too, but immediately accepted by the Captain in the calf castle.
grab the afternoon after my bagpipes and Dudel Dudel and with great charm the sweetest sounds and melodies to myself.
comes through that consistently beautiful sound, a young man who is obviously older than me, to our castle and Wade are important to us. Finally, he revealed to me his name: Heini. He also spends the rest of the day with us, which also meets with a positive response.
In a camp, not far from our castle Wade, ehsteht a great uneasiness. As we see turn our heads in the direction we are very drunk, but still cheerful figures.
Sünti, the rower, which drives the drummer, got from a friend a backstage pass and spend the most time in front of or behind the stage.
goes the evening, and the rest of the crew on the festival grounds. Even Andy, the lovely maid who just it (like myself) does not map itself that the slenderness of Captains Wood wrist, visit the site where everything is black and evil. I distance myself from that tactic in my past because I already like things have witnessed with negative outcomes. But I'm still not alone in the calf Castle, it is WACKEN.
night and I play with Sünti Darabuka, flute and singing some goodies from the Satara repertoire, which meets again on appeal. We empty the first bottle of brandy countless beers and a bottle of fruit brandy. Then it gets dark, because we fall asleep.
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