When people say that they have been wet before then they are truly wrong. They have never been as soaking wet as I have been on this day, my second day at the famous Roskilde Festival. It is beyond belief, but some how it has brought people together.
People talk to each other share stories and complain about the weather like never before. We all have one thing in common, we are all soaked to the bone. The energy is here, the party atmosphere is here and rain is the only real threat. I have seen a few people leave already, soaked to an inch of their lives, tents destroyed by the wind are littered overall. I am ok, I do not dare to sleep in my tent tonight, the sea has moved under it and the only force keeping my things from being soaked is my will not to place my weight on it. Tonight I will party until I am dry and I hope that at the crack of dawn new weather will approach Roskilde's weathered inhabitants, bringing forth a dry spell that will dry my things before I have to take it all back home again.
Will I sleep, no I wont, but I will coffee until this has become a story and is a reality no more.
The real test is my army boots, which have finally succumbed to the water, something that years of use have not been able to do. They are fine, but for the first time my socks have become wet.
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