My journey to Moscow began a lot more chaotic than I expected. My parents dropped me off at the station in my home town and all seemed well. Until I reached Amersfoort, where I was supposed to take the train to Berlin. But that train never showed up.
My first music festival experience was much like a rollercoaster ride. It certainly had its ups-and-downs, but it turned out to be an absolute blast. The months leading up to the event were absolute chaos, due to the fact that I was busy writing my bachelor thesis. The festival itself however, was the best graduation party one could ever hope for.