That feeling captured me while sitting in the train to Borlänge. If Gustaf hadn´t met Björn, if they hadn´t been so ambitious, if they hadn´t been able to fulfill their dreams, I would not have been sitting here right now, on the train facing the strange city north from Stockholm. The countryside passes by behind the windows. We are here because they broke to the world. Two girls from nowhere, from the same small and insignificant city with almost the same perspective of the future as they had. But they managed to do something more. So much that now we´re going to that unknown city just because of them. That´s the Music. And the message.
Fem dagar av budskap.
The first day I´m not able to perceive almost anything, after the pretty long way from home all I´m thinking of is the bed. Bed in the 120 year-old house in Dalarna. Then comes Thursday. We saw pretty many great bands, very funny Jared Leto´s show at 30 Seconds to Mars concert and of course we missed a lot. The festival is so huge with so many interesting concerts on way too many stages that it´s impossible to see, hear and visit everything you want to.
The area reminds me of Sziget festival in Budapest. It´s defnitely not like the classic and for me horrible open air festivals with nothing to do during the day. The whole city IS the festival. And it´s breathtaking. The organization is so precise that we simply had to say: Those Swedes! Can´t imagine something like this working in my homecountry. My city as a place of the music festival. Hell no. Even we have the very same number of inhabitants and even the streets and squares look absolutely the same, there´s no way we could have Peace & Love event there. That´s the huge difference between being stuck in the nightmare and being stuck in the Nightmare. Sweden is … well, Sweden.
Streets are full of different people, young, old, children even babies, families and even senior people. It´s like it could really work. All together connected by the same thing. Music. And music is everywhere. Even in daytime when the main area hasn´t opened yet, the streets are full of music. People are without barriers, of course. Somehow not in that scary way as always on the open air festivals or at night on the street. Maybe it´s just an illusion but I feel safe here. Even more than I would feel on an empty street in my hometown on Saturday afternoon. I believe in the message of this event. Peace and Love. And Hope.
We´re passing Borlänge streets, taking thousand of photos, discover café Peace&Love and the stage where Carl Norén will play today. Half past 3 pm he starts his show and plays just a few acoustic songs from his solo album. Not more than 20 minutes, which is a shame because I simply love these versions of his songs. Some people are watching from the windows, some are standing right on the square. This show is for free, part of the Peace & Love day party. After the show we sat into Peace&Love café for a beer, which is quite funny because of the ID control and the so high price of this drink. I´ve never spend so much money on one beer. The only positive thing about the Czech Republic. We have damn good beer and damn cheap. Next time I should bring some to Borlänge:) and offer it to the whole Norén´s clan. At least something I´d like to give them for all the music they gave to us.
It´s the first moment of clearness I have, in P&L café with a beer after meeting Carl Norén. It doesn´t seem like a dream. It seems like reality. Like a real truth.
Next day like it was something normal, we see him again. Another, this time a regular one, concert of Carl Norén at Athena stage. It´s unforgettable. I hadn´t expected it and it left me breathless. Mats and CJ as a part of the Carl Norén´s performance, one new wonderful song and all the songs I love so much. That´s the way I like it. Thank you for that night.
It´s going to rain and we´re waiting till The Strokes appear. They take their time which I find quite stupid. We´re at the festival, there´s no need to come later. Then finally they arrive with “Is this it” song and fill the whole area with indescribable atmosphere. Another concert that was worth the visit.
The next day is a big day. Our landlords are making fun of us almost from the very first second we´ve told them that we are here mostly because of Mando Diao. They were definitely glad to hear we know Borlänge band and even more excited we came to see them. The other inhabitants of the house, middle aged couple are even more interested in a funny fact that we are from the country of their favourite beer. (They actually had full refrigerator of Zlatopramen). They all agreed that Mando Diao are worth the visit. Something I had already known.
The thing I loved most about the whole festival was the tolerance. Another absolutely unacceptable thing in my hometown. The older people tolarate the younger and the young don´t care about the older. The festival is open for everyone. Babies included. And no one stares at you in odd way with the expression: What the fuck are you doing here? And even it´s quite messy after two days in the city, it´s not so disgusting as always. And Borlänge inhabitants make only comments such as how exciting it is and how funny is the fact that Borlänge is suddenly twice as big as always. Not a single trace of hatred or offence.
It´s Hope that started with Carl Norén at Jussi. And before it all turned into Love, I have to spend another night in our little attic room. Another Borlänge night. It´s July already. The holiday has started. In Borlänge. On the empty street. But that´s another story…and should not have been told to anyone.
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