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our crazy Kaktusz / keyboard, machines / sleeping in the very back.... Tant Mieux! – as the french says and happy ever after. We never crossed a border that quick. We're in the EU, nobody will check the van and the good morning joint makes us forget all worries. We got to eat up all those kilometers. It takes ages to drive across the pretty austrian countryside then to aarive to Bavaria , Germany . I'm a bit scared of that border at Donautal. Since the borders were abolished within Europe it often happened to us that we got stopped at this point by the so called german flying customs. When you go trough the borderline no one checks you but after, at the next parking or exit or petrolstation a police car or one from the customs comes and follows you and drives you off the motorway. Then you get a much bigger control than if it would have happened in the former times at the official german border. I feel tired of driving all night so we swap with Pisti, our drummer and i have an hour of sleep. When waking up we ‘re getting closer to Herzberg. We're full of curiosity, we've heard so much good of this festival which hides inside the german mountains.

What's the name of the band? Says one of the security at the entrance. When i say the name – Trottel stereodream experience – they all burst out laughing. This is our carma. Trottel means in german something like the willage idiot, a poor little fellow who isn't able to act by himself, someone worth of nothing plus not too clever neighter. We choose this name by chance, in the mid 80's. We wanted a contrast between the band's concept and the name. It worked so well that even since, if we end up in an area in Germany where people don't know us, at the beginning they alway laugh their heads off how bad name this is and it's only a couple of hours later, when they know you better that they dare to ask with pity for us !Why?! ... meaning secretly: how were you so unfortunate to take such a very bad name for this very good band?. .... At the beginning of our career we sometimes thought of changing the name and become ‘The Angels Of Ethernal Luck ‘ or something like this but we've finally decided to live with this name.

At the stage called Prog and Beats for Peace / our stage tonight / we meet our promoter, she is the tourmanager of one of my favourite band Ole Lukkoye from Russia . No joke, this is really great music, check it out!

So she says – You certainly want a spliff / Did we really look that bad? / She runs away then comes back with hands full of home grown grass. Happy band. After getting all the technical inormation like our show from 0.30 am was delayed to 4 am etc. We let her know that we are off, going to have a look around. Climbing up on the hill we catch sight of the whole scenario. Some 20 000 people, thousands of tents, tippies, all sorts of trucks, lorries, painted cars, strange, ancient looking vehicles all around as far as you can see. Behind, the sun's going down. We managed, we're here. The spliff did it's job. We slowly became hippies in the german mountains in the 60's or 70's. Every caracter passing by, looks like if he'd come out of books written of Woodstock . Some of the guys seem to be 60 years old. Everything ‘s smooth and there's a very peaceful feeling. The music isn't my style but the mood is great. Above us a hang-glider's flying. More and more people notice him, he waves to us holding onto with only one hand and than all the crowd waves back to him. I will never forget this, thousands of people enjoying the music and waving to a hang-glider who's circling above their head in the sunshine. / i wonder if he was stoned? /

We move on. We pass the line of food sellers. Anything you want. Thai food, krishna stuff, vegetarian, pizza, marocain food, indian curry or german sausage and more, such a large variety that you rarely see on a festival. After the food section the line of shops continues. Music instruments, drums, djambes, didgeridoos, the offer is huge. Than the clothes to dress up as true hardcore hippies and the jewellery. Many beautiful things but it's like a shopping street in the centre of a metropolice. Up on the hill we want to search for a friend of us who said he ‘ll be here. I hope he's not in jail yet. Last time i phoned him / he organised some concerts for us this spring / when i asked him about how he was, he said: Oh Tamas, i ‘m not so well. The police found me with 500 gramms of hash. I'm in serious trouble, Man. I have to understand, after all that the 70's are over.... ! –

Poor guy, we can't find him amongst the millions of tents and trucks. We had back to our stage, the Prog and Beats for Peace. A reggae band's on stage. The people at the backstage are lovely. They put up a sign on our backstage room like Welcome!Trottel Monodream. When we saw it we told them that since last year we changed to Trottel stereodream experience and now we can observe that Monodream was corrected on all papers, backstage door, time schedule etc. to Stereodream. I meet there a friend of mine from Berlin . He's doing a small but great record company. The Lollipop Shop www.lollipo ps hop.de / releases psychedelic music and made a license on vynil from the hungarian Korai Orom amongst other great records. We go for a walk together and he wants to surprise me. He leads me to the truck of our friend, another organiser from Germany . An older guy who renovated a very old house in Dortmund and lives there with his community and organises concerts in their house. Here, he built up a kind of tower from a metal frame and wood on the top of the hill. On his roof there was a chair, a flag / i don't know what kind / and a paraffin oil lamp. What a beautiful view there is from up here. I could see the whole festival ... but i didn't feel very safe. Better to go back and have a sleep before the concert. Already 2 am . The rest of the band's in the tents and van trying to rest but it's so cold, i can hardly sleep at all. When my alarm rings i quickly jump up and run to the bar.

• You are the last band, you are tired and cold so you get all what 's in the bar. -

says our super friendly promoter and already we are queing for grog and any kind of alcohol what can warm us up a bit. She leaves for getting us a concert joint. / without asking / The getting on stage process goes smoothly, we do a quick soundcheck. Fortunately hundreds of people stayed to see the show even if it ‘s 4 am. At the moment of starting the concert, the promoter comes to the stage and with a huge smile she gives me 11 / eleven / big joints. Hard to believe. So it happened. We smoked them all during the concert what else could we do with them. The performance was like a big long tribal dance. We danced on stage and all the people were dancing around, in front of us, behind us on the trucks while the first morning sunbeams appeared.

After the show we start to drink some very tasty french red vine , the fiesta continues through the morning. When there's no energy left, no more questions, you have to rest. So we interrupt our party by a short sleep, than it goes on until late afternoon when everybody starts packing up and we leave for Budapest . Something strange happened to us that night when we drove from Serbia . We didn't only move in distance but probably went through one of these black holes and we moved in time too. From Serbia 02 we got to Germany 1970. A long psychedelic trip of the new age travellers.