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More than a week ago there was a countdown on this blog but by now it may seem that it was a countdown to...zero. Zero being nothing at all. Well, that isn't the case, we actually made it to the festival and we managed to experience a genuine British event. We saw how the pubs were outnumbered by the eating places, we learnt how pleasant is to wait for a bus that is a couple of meters away - or three couple of feet - but never comes while rain clouds are standing by as well, just in case. We witnessed the queues for drinks or for an opportunity to let that out in a toilet, even the queues to get in the queue.

The fourth day of advent

and you are right: the last one too.

It was really long, the seconds were like snails, but finally it's coming to an end. Tomorrow will be a great day, unless...No, it can't be the day that never comes.
 
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The third day of advent

Still waiting. Still dreading. Not sure way. The waiting, not the dreading. I should now better. Hell awaits.

The second day of advent

During this weekend half of the old Sepultura will be there as well. The better half if you ask me, not that I disapprove the current line up of the band but this old one, with the Cavalera brothers in it was better. We're one day closer to the event but I'm still dreading it, I must be strong and keep this evil thoughts out of my mind, I must Refuse/Resist.