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I so clearly remember of my first visit to a major music festival:

In early Thursday evening, I’m crossing a huge bridge that shakes under the feet of thousands of people, all dressed up – wearing my father’s pants he bought in the 70s, his plaid shirt from the 80s, my Jamaican flag necklace friends gave me in the 90s…

…this all happens in the mid 2000, and that spectacular fortress right above the river, covered by a huge festival flag is probably one of the most exciting scenes I’ve seen in my life.

That smile…

Flew through us like benevolent force of Sam Mendes’ movie
Like an inspiring commercial that has no goal to sell but to really change something…
Like a genuine energy almost visible around us…

In other people…

Not just in all my friends…

But in me.


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Journey of moments.*Photos: thanks to Jelena Galetin; Indie Voyager