There were many, many com­plic­a­tions on our way to Ber­lin Fest­ival. We were dis­ap­poin­ted a couple of times by the mar­ket­eers of the Fest­ival and by how they treated us (and our win­ners). But I can’t say we didn’t have a good time: the acts were incred­ible, the sound was good (most of the time), the loc­a­tion, Tem­pel­hof Air­port, as impress­ive as ever.

Some of the crazy fest­ival goers will have noticed, though, that Ber­lin Fest­ival is unlike any other fest­ival in Ger­many. The crowds might be good look­ing and fancy, but they are the self-proclaimed elite and thus appear some­what arrog­ant. It’s very hard to describe the phe­nomenon: why do people pay money to see their favor­ite bands appear, and then moan and whine about everything? Why do Ber­liners get bored so eas­ily, why do they hate so much? Why do we hate so much (ser­i­ously, I won’t even take myself out of the equation)?

Well, we’ll solve the riddle another time.. onto the pictures!