Finally...
The festival is over. People go home. I said goodbye to everyone I knew or recognized.
Four days passed like a whirlwind. I have the unavoidable sense of melancholy. I am glad there will be another festival next year!
I know that I will have to suffer from some qualms tomorrow, an ordinary monday which starts everyday work again. ;-)) I guess you’ll know that story by now, because this year I started my report with this Morning After!