Red Hot Chili Peppers – Gigography
Live in Indjija
We held hands and started moving, not through the crowd but with it, because there was no other way to get out of the fan pit and there was no need to be rushing toward the exit, but some people were still ignorantly pushing everyone around them. Despite that, we managed to get to the exit safe and sound, constantly stumbling over the bottles and other trash and bumping against the other people. It was so dark, one couldn’t see a thing, so we thought it’s the best to go by the flow and eventually we’ll get somewhere. But then it started raining. It was drizzling at first, but before we even knew it, it started raining cats and dogs and we were in the middle of nowhere. We had no idea how to get out of the field and find the road, where we thought this torture would come to an end – as they organized a transport for everyone to the train station… that’s what I read on the internet. Now the main problem was to get out of this field and on to the road, but it seemed like no one knew where we should go as it was almost completely dark and the rain made this journey much more complicated.
No one felt like getting wet and everyone (some 10 000 people) started running toward different directions creating a chaos. And there is no need to mention the mud that’s been making our moving even more difficult! We’ve been completely lost, holding our hands, we run with one group of people hoping we’ll finally find the road – just so we could feel the solid ground under our feet. My mind was racing but there was nothing I could do to improve our situation and everything was, once again, out of my control or anyone’s for that matter.
-Look! – My roommate screamed trying to overpower the loud noises everywhere around us, pointing at one of those tents the sellers used earlier today – We could hide here and wait till the rain stops or at least till it slows down!
I liked the idea and we both run toward that ‘life saving’ tent, but as we got there we realized we haven’t been the only ones with that great idea; a lots of people were already there, standing so close to each other that there was no room for us.
-Let’s go! – I said – We can’t hide here! Besides, we can’t just stand there and do nothing, we should keep moving! There must be a bus on the road that would take us to the train station. Who knows for how long it’s going to be raining and we’ll never find a perfect place to just sit and wait till it stops. Look at us! We’re in the middle of a large open field, we have nowhere to hide.
I knew that I have just made a decision, one that could really change things, hopefully for the better, but I just couldn’t be sure. Anyway, I felt we’d be able to control the situation more if we keep moving, and just look for the road that was our way out. My roommate obeyed without saying a word and so we continued running toward one direction, hoping we’ll hit the highway soon. There were people everywhere around us, some of them were running foolishly like us, some of them have been trying to find their cars in the muddy field while the others have been trying to find their lost friends…
Confusion everywhere and not a hint of their ‘great organization’ or any of the ‘great organizers’ from today, like they all vanished all of a sudden and left us to cope with this terrible situation all by ourselves. I just wished there was someone we could ask if we were going in the right direction, or someone who would assure us that there were busses waiting to transport us to the train station because I slowly started to harbor doubts there would be any. It was almost like everything they have been planning for so long simply collapsed because of one rain. What looked like heaven in the beginning, was quickly turning into a hell and I couldn’t believe all this was really happening… not to us anyway, it looked more like a horror scene from one of those movies about the end of the world. We kept running, constantly stumbling, while raising our feet from the ground was getting harder and harder as we were trying not to get stuck in the mud. It was hard to believe that such a friendly environment from earlier today could turn into a worst nightmare. I saw a couple of white pickup trucks that had a blue sign ‘city bus’ on them.
- Here – I said – one of those might just increase our chances of getting out of here alive!
We approached to one pickup truck but before I managed to say anything the driver shrugged helplessly looking the other way and muttering ‘I’m sorry, we’re full’ and staring the engine. We then came to the second one, then the third one… but we saw nothing but the same look of compassion in the driver’s eyes and heard nothing but the same answer. ‘Your sorry won’t help us now’, I thought as we continued our way through the muddy field. There was really no time to think about the coldness, but I actually started shivering pretty bad because I was all wet, wearing nothing but a sleeveless, tiny t-shirt, and really short shorts, and the wind was freezing. I started wondering if we were still at the same place on the same day (only a couple of hours later) from today, because nothing seemed to be the same, or even similar for that matter. A sudden brightness drew away my dark thoughts as I caught a sight of the light and then… There it was:
-I see the highway! – I shouted, not hiding the excitement. – We’ll be on a solid ground very soon!
The excitement, however, lasted all too short, just until we got closer and saw the real thing. It didn’t take me long to realize that the situation on the highway was even worse – to put it briefly, it was a total collapse.
