Monday, June 29, 2009

Sore Red Spots On Roof Of Mouth

The first shift

Roskilde Festival is an annual event in which one hundred thousand two hundred and fifty euros are charged for camping in a huge plaza, drinking and listening happened tanks and the odd conciertillo. The substance of the festival is not, then, on stage, but in the camping areas. What is the music festival does not start until 2. Now there is what is called the warming. And there, at the core of this vortex of madness, is where I worked last night.

23.00 to 0.00. The camp is divided into sectors: A, B, C. .. Each sector has a place or agora, where are the services, barbecues and a watchtower. The wretched of the night shift in the assembly convened hows M. Our leader, a guy named Stephen, we divided into pairs and assigns each pair the supervision of a subsector within the sector M. My companion is Aiga, a Latvian girl quiet and very beautiful. Each pair is equipped with a fire extinguisher, a flashlight and a walkitalki.
0.00 to 1.00. No news. Our main mission is to stop any fire , except glowing cigarette ends and joints. People have learned the lesson well, and all bars with flashlights illuminate their power. Every square inch of land is occupied with its shops, or failing that tables and chairs. All drinking and singing and laughing.
1.00 to 2.00. Inspecting the fence, Aiga and I found a stretch that some vandals have tried to force from outside to enter. Finally some action. For the walkitalki communicate to the tower to be repaired the fence, short and change. Remain there waiting to get a van to fix it, short and change. While waiting, we heard noise in the bush and see the miserable run in the meadow on the other side of the fence. We have won the game.
2.00 to 3.00. The flaw in the fence has been repaired, and we spinning. The soil is progressively filled with filth. The characters, varied and abudnantes, we shout things in Danish, but it all sounds very friendly. There are some who, visibly drunk, we want a good watch and a happy festival. Stephen calls us to rest the walkitalki for a while making a more light: replacing toilet paper rolls.
3.00 to 4.00. Once spare toilet paper, Aiga and I went into the break room for volunteers (which is a shabby shed with a fridge and a coffee machine) and we had a coffee and some sandwiches. Comes a very nervous girl saying that there is a guy unconscious on the floor. We approach, we help the colleague to get up, give it a little water and brought back to his tent, which is in the sector L (which Stephen later told us, is the biggest party of all, something clearly seen the miserable state of ethyl). Happy after this good deed, and boring as oysters, we took another sandwich.
4.00 to 5.00. Stephen sent us back to inspect the camping area. It is full day. Drunks sleeping peacefully in their stores. The floor is filthy, and many shops are now completely destroyed. Boredom and ennui. We sat on the grass a little while to doze.

5.00 to 6.00. We return to the agora, and Stephen gives us a huge bag of trash and wants us to clean up the area. We provide gloves, so we have to keep the disgust and collect them with our own hands (which, after all, gone through other sites equally sleazy). Thousands of cans, sausages, napkins, bread, are thrown into the container. The fatigue starts to take over our bodies and minds. Try sneaking out, but Stephen comes with more bags.
6.00 to 7.00. We wait for the next turn. Our entertainment is to see a machine to suck through a tube the contents of the toilet. Finally comes the shift. We took off our uniforms phosphorescent Aiga I say goodbye, I take my bike and I head to Trekroner where, after writing this review I sleep like a log. It's been a long night, but at the same time fun and very instructive. I have the peesentimiento that I will have a great festival. Goodbye.
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