Every mile on the road, every scenery through the bus window or just the afternoon silence over empty lands, every little German city and uncountable kilometers are taking you closer. Passing a bus stop, then Groningen and passengers coming on the bus, another stop, miles of land and vast waters like the sea on the side, the sun and the fields. Dutch eyes. Many kilometers and many landscapes. The heartbeat rising. Fragile and gentle nostalgia of Amsterdam that is alluring and flowing through all the senses.
When I subconsciously counted the last kilometers on the road to Holland’s capital, to the music temple for these days, the thrill of coming to the ADE week was covered up by the excitement for In Trance We Trust festival which took place the first evening.