Gustav Svensson

Between day 2 and 3 there was night 2. Then one of my small (very small) dreams came true. Tranceclubb att an underground club in Berlin. It would have been even cooler if the place would have been crowded, but I think it was as good as you can espect an tuesday night in the end of September. It was a dude at the hostel that had found this place to which I and some more joined.

Two of the fellas from the hostel (and a third blurry in the background). The one to the left had spent a few months in Varberg which is where I come from in Sweden (not where I live).

The dance floor at the club.

Outdoor there was some kind of silo that was remade inte a climb wall.

Lots of chairs and tables.

The entrance to the bar and dance floor.

The bar.

The entrance to the club. Not that underground, but they were smoking pot and were open later than normally allowed so it porbably was a bit underground after all.

Afterwards some night food.

The dude from Varberg took a photo of me. (He took several but one turned out good)

The Toilet att the night food place. Decorated.