Писала-писала для фб, а потом ужаснулась и поняла, что такие бессодержательные простыни всё равно никому не нужны :) Просто оставлю это здесь. Просто вот так.

The wisest thing to do after 26 hours on a train is to go straight away to a concert, right.

I don't think I ever was in such a mince-grinder of a fan zone. Will never say a bad word again about the lovely calm classic rock fans, I swear. Although maybe I was, but ...it was always counterbalanced by the passion in my heart. Green Day isn't something I'm willing to be slaughtered for.

Hello again dreadful Russian organisation, hello horrific Olympic stadium, hello unhelpful security and fans who, despite being nice and friendly in general, still won't think twice before murdering you in order to get a better spot. I feel a bit sorry for those who came early morning or even yesterday evening, and for some who love GD more than I do. But it's how things work here, sheer luck is more important than justness. Came three hours before the gig - got 2nd row opposite Mike, #perfect. After all the running and being utterly confused and shoved out and about the stadium area and everything.

Anticipating with horror all the new parts of my body I will suddenly discover tomorrow. Clinging to the fence was my only salvation, but at the same time got me injured countless times. It would've been so much wiser to go back a couple of rows - as I thought I would be standing anyway, but being my stubborn self, how could I leave my perfect position? Despite even the pressure escalating with every second. We could barely move at all, stuck together like sardines in a box - only hotter and more tense. And constantly fighting not to be swayed away from the position gained through unimaginable hardships. ...When the usual chanting 'Green Day' is gradually and unanimously replaced by 'WATER' - things really are that serious.

Don't know why I'm writing that. It's all a bit of a shock after ...after Bruce. Never going to stop saying that. And even organisation aside, I wonder if I will be able to truly enjoy other concerts. Ever.

Green Day were amazing. Played every song I wanted to hear and some more. Fell in love with Mike - bloody predictable, just give me a bass player anytime. And with everyone. (and with a roadie - bloody predictable [2] xD ) It was a good thing I choose to go there in the end - somehow with everything happening my priorities rearranged themselves a bit. I still remember the ecstatic excitement when they announced the concert. And I remember how much they meant to me some five years back. I still love them, but in that relaxed way I love most of 'my first bands' - as old friends who were always there, but weirdly enough not knowing much - and not needing to - about the people behind the music. So yes, I'm glad I saw them. And a bit sad I couldn't be fully involved in the concert, giving out my heart and soul and everything I've got. I did give quite a lot. And it _was_ a stunning night full of sparkling emotions and love and #awesome. Full of beautiful moments...that I'm not going to retell, there's youtube for that (apart from winks and smiles from Mike, but that I will remember ;) ). ...Hey Jude was a jewel amongst those beautiful moments though.... And the very last unexpected encore. Just Billy Joe Armstrong and his guitar. Breathtaking. And many many more.

And still...something was missing. Probably, Bruce. Not even funny. xD ...I just wish I could loose myself completely to those fucking great songs - yep, that's what they are. ...Looking back (after some litres of water and lying in my comfy bed), I realise I had enormous fun there. Didn't seem like it, fighting for my life :) But I wouldn't miss it for the world. #another!