Punk & Disorderly, Berlin

Longer story... a bit shorter.

Thursday: Waking up very early to get to the bus in time. Walking aboard the bus, Business Class. Arriving to the ferry. Getting on the ferry. Walking restless around. Going to the BorderShop. Buys cheap booze. Neat Rostock Harbor, have to get back on the bus. Driving, waiting. Arriving to Berlin ZOB. Taking the train to Alexander Platz. Train stops unreasonable (wouldn't be if I understood German perfectly). Trying to walk to Alexander Platz. End up on Checkpoint Charle and gives up, taking a bus instead. Sitting there for a bit, drinking some beer, laughing at people. Decides to go to Köpi to wait for Peter's friend Martin (who said he had a place in Köpi we could sleep). Waiting. It's about 7 pm. Going to a net café to see if Martin answered, he gave us a number for Anders who'd be in Berlin in the evening. Going back to Alexander Platz to meet other punks to hear if the know a place where we can sleep. Staying with them for some hours. Drinking. Smoking. Drunk, German guy named Ole and punky guy called Stuppy(?) takes us with them to show us the free sleep in they know. Arriving. Getting free food there. Talking with people. It's about 10 pm. Going to the sleep in-rooms. Getting sheets. Sitting and cuddling for an hour or so. Go to bed.

Friday: Wake up at 8 am. Slept well, yet terribly because some girl kept coughing the whole night. Going next door to wake up Peter. I missed him. Cuddling for a minute. I go back to my room and sleep the extra hour before we have to get up. So does Peter. Waking up again. Packing our stuff and get dressed. Buys some beer. Meeting up with Anders, Magi, Swedish guy named Linus and some strange vegan girl, carrying some dirty carrots. Trying to find place to sit and drink beer. It rained insanely the night before, so everything was wet. End up between Park In Hotel and Galeria Kaufhof. Sitting there, having fun. Magi goes for a shit. Someone is walking around with a camera, interviewing people passing by. Anders and Linus is dancing in the background. Magi is still borrowing the toilet in Galeria Kaufhof. I go for shit. I come back. Magi is still gone. Peter go inside to find him. Finds him and come back after about 15 minutes. Drinking cheap beer. Going back to the sleep in-place. Eating free brunch. Stuppy and a sober Ole is there as well. Cuts our hair. Putting up our mohawks. I put on some makeup as well. We go to the Central Station to leave our bag there so we don't have to carry it around. Trying to find the festival place. The weather is nice now. Finding where it's supposed to be, yet a bit early so the doors are not open. Sitting in the sun, drinking our beer and booze. Meeting Ane, our girl friend back from Denmark. She's on a "study" trip over the weekend. More like party-shopping weekend. Sit with them, drinking, having a laugh. They have to go. Time is going. It's getting darker. A lot of other people are arriving to the festival spot. We go over there to talk with someone and to find a place to sleep. Peter meets this maybe about 40 year old half-drunk punk who say's we can sleep at his place. Peter gets his number so we can call him later. Having a party. Meeting some skins from Barcelona. Partying with them. Meeting this awesome Swedish guy. Sitting and partying with him. Missing everything but 20 minutes of the last concert that day. Partying with other punks and skins.
Saturday: We're sleepy. Peter calls that old punk. He says he's there in 3 hours. Some other Germans hear us, telling us they have an extra bed back at their hostel room. They want to party all night. We want to sleep. They want our passports so they know we're not gonna steal their stuff while they're partying. They're not getting our passports. Peter is discussing with them. I'm drunk and sad. They are trying to be manipulating. We end up leaving. Peter calls the drunk old punk again. He's even more drunk. He says he'll meet us in an hour at the station by the festival. We meet him about 1½ hour later. It's about 3-4 am. We meet Anders and Linus at the station. Magi is gone. Old punk arrives and a cap, but do not have enough money so we can drive to his flat. We start walking. Walking down this long, long road. Turning right, walking a bit down this other long road. Going into this park. Turning left. Walking. Turning left again. Going outside the park. Asking him where the hell he's taking us to. He says something about his brother. Turning left. Walking to the end of the other long road. Turning left. Get to another opening of the park. Giving up. Leaving the old punk, who is clearly too drunk to find his own flat. It's about 6 or 7 in the morning. Walking restless around, taking some trains. Ends up on Alexander Platz station. Sitting there. Falling a bit asleep. Police is throwing us away. Magi calls. He was at a bar all night. Meets up with him at Köpi. Some other (annoying) fellas from the festival was there too. They made a fire so we could get heated up. Peter and I falls asleep on a bench. It's about 8 am. It's about 9 am when we wake up. This guy is telling us that there's this cheap A&O Hostel just 100 meters down the street. We know. We don't care, we take the money out of the budget and get the cheapest room they have. We go there. We undress and fall asleep. It's about 3 pm when we wake up. I have terrible hangovers. Peter goes down to buy something to drink and some food. I keep on sleeping. It's about 4 when he comes back. We eat and drink. I get dressed. We go to the Central Station to get our bag. Putting the key in the wrong locker. Getting some help. Going back to the hostel with the bag. I put on some makeup. We go to the festival, having a nice time and a bit of a party with our new Spanish friends.

Sunday: Party. Going home when it's about 2 am, I think. Just a minute before the train is leaving, a lot of people come in to it. With loud music. There's some of a party in that train. I videotaped it. We get home. Sleeping. Waking up at 9-10 am because this Chinese guy tells us to check out. I made a mistake on the check-in-paper because I was so tired and half-drunk and sad and just wanted to get off my boots and sleep. We go down, get it corrected, go back to bed. Wake up. I take a nice, hot shower. Just what I needed. We get dressed, I put on makeup. We go to Alexander Platz to get some noodles. We walk around, buy some beer and sit for a little while. We go to the festival spot rather early, maybe around 5 pm. Anders and Linus is there. Magi is gone again. We sit there, drink a little. That awesome Swedish guy, Timm, comes back. He's even more drunk than the night we met him. He and a friend drank 2 liters of Jägermeister. We're having fun. I'm in a lot better mood than the day before. More people are coming, we talk to some of them (like this fucking annoying Russian guy). We go inside the festival when Vice Squad is about to play. Peter and I are up in the front. I think we were the craziest people right there, the biggest fans of Vice Squad. They didn't seem very well-known for all the others. Peter gets their set list, I get the bassist's beer. I get mad at Peter. I'm not going to write why. Spending some time separated.

Monday: We talk about it. We're good friends again. Later on we decide to go home. It's about 2 again, I think. We go to the station. We take the train. We get home. We fall asleep. We wake up at 9, I think. We had to check out at 10 am. We get ready and leave. We go to Alexander Platz. We sit there for a couple of hours, not really doing anything. We buy some Chinese food and go to Berlin ZOB, the place the our bus is picking us up. Our bus picks us up at 3:15 pm. We're driving. Arriving to the harbor. Going onto the ferry. I'm getting sick, starting to have a bad cold. But it's alright. I had a nice time with Peter.