Story 581 - Brutal Assault 1998, a festival I lost in the fogI met her on the train to Prague. She was from somewhere near Karlovy Vary, as far as I understood. But I don't know for sure, like almost anything else from this weekend. I'm not a typical festival Nomad, but my future wife had a part-time job and I had nothing to do. I didn't bother with the ticket, I decided to buy it on the spot. All I had was a sleeping mat, a sleeping bag and a g…
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Story 581 - Brutal Assault 1998, a festival I lost in the fogI met her on the train to Prague. She was from somewhere near Karlovy Vary, as far as I understood. But I don't know for sure, like almost anything else from this weekend. I'm not a typical festival Nomad, but my future wife had a part-time job and I had nothing to do. I didn't bother with the ticket, I decided to buy it on the spot. All I had was a sleeping mat, a sleeping bag and a g…