Because we are true kekse and we just couldn't weit to get there we got up a little earlier and took the first train to Munich at 5am. (that meant we had to get up at 4 in the night!! That is usually the time when we get ready to sleep...) We arrived sometime around 7 in Munich, made a beeline for the toilet (well...the excitement.) and headed for the Olympic Stadion. A first highlight was when we noticed we had to take the underground called 'U2' (yes, that was reason enough for us to freak out. We're not very hard to please.), strangely enough the other people didn't seem too excited about the whole event. Somehow we had expected to be surrounded by crazy U2 fans from the moment we stepped on the Munich station. But nope, njente. We also expected the entrances to the stadion to be filled with hundrets of people who had been camping there the last few weeks to get that place. (I had almost died the day before, when a friend of my mothers told me her son or something had left 2 days before because of the concert) But that wasn't the case either. Before we got to know that, though, we had a little sprint through the Olympic park, which is...confusing to say the least. No signs and nothing. Luckyly there were 2 other persons who seemed like they wanted to go where we wanted to go and it appeared, that they knew where they had to go to get there. In our frenzy we still wanted to stay ahead of them (franticially trying to stay in front of 2 people when you're expecting lots and lots more to already be there...), so we tried to be all sneaky and inconspicous by turning around about every 5 seconds to see where the others were going while pointing to every building we passed and squealing "Oh look! This must be it! This is the Olympic stadion!!..no wait...it has a roof and is shaped like a box.". But we made it eventually and when we arrived at the entrances we saw much to our delight that there were all in all about 100 people already sitting there(which really isn't a lot since there were 3 or 4 big entrances). We grabbed a spot very close to the first entrance and sat down. Or rather...we tried to. Because only then we realized we didn't have anything to sit on with us. (it was around 8 in the morning, mind you, and the gates were to open at about 3 in the afternoon) But we're kekse, we know how to improvize. So we took off our denim-jackets and sat down on those. Well, then we realized, though it was august and thus supposed to be warm, warm, warm and sunny, it was cold, cold, cold, foggy and wet. So we put the jackets back on and sat down on the concrete, which wasn't much worse than sitting on a thin layer of denim. Anyhow, the next thing we noticed was that a thin layer of denim wasn't doing much against the cold even if we were wearing it. Wellshit. Have you ever left home for a bigger trip and your mother and your grandmother didn't tell you to take something warm to wear with you? On a pretty damn cold and rainy day in the middle of a pretty damn cold and rainy week? Well, I haven't. Until that fateful day. So we sat there, and it was a little cold and rainy, but the locals (security and stuff) were kind of nice about it and offered a big plastic tarpaulin which was draped over the ones that were sitting closest to the entrances. That made everyone edge a bit closer, but we still had plenty of space. Me and leelakin were keeping ourselves occupied by alternating between singing along to random songs we were listening to on our iPods, making stupid jokes about the band (naturally we weren't the only ones to do so, every passing car was greeted by screams and squeals of "BONO!! BONO!!!11one"), and talking to some of the people that were waiting with us. We got to know a pair of french fans and a guy from Finnland with a funny hat (we sang Monty Python's Finnland-song for him, but he didn't seem to notice...). There were also some rather unpleasant fans from Germany, who were already kind of drunk when we arrived (hell...how can you get drunk on a day like that??), they kept singing 'Happy Birthday' for one 'Anne' [ANNE'S BIRTHDAY IS ON 3rd AUGUST AND SHE SUCKS!!!!!11catorce ahem, sorry.]. After waiting there for about 2 hours we realized that we could see the stage from where we were standing. So we had a new past-time: observing the stage testing it's lights. I took the chance and went to a nearby fence (which was a little closer to the stage) and took a photo:
see how dull and gray that day was?
The stage was so huge. Somehow the time passed and more and more people arrived. It said on the tickets the gates would open at 3pm but already at about 10am securities told us it'd probably take until 4 'til they'd open them. About at the same time they explained us that they'd start giving out wristbands to the first 1800 people at about noon. Those wristbands, we were told, were a permission to get inside the 'egg' right in front of the stage. As noon came closer people became more and more nervous about those bands and at one point everybody suddenly stood up. We could see one of the securities standing there with the red wristbands and as he approached some people in the back started to push forwards. Someone told us nobody at this entrance would get any wristbands unless everybody behaved. Well, it seemed the crowd didn't behave enough for Mr. Security so he went to the next entrance (where we couldn't see him). Mr. Security stayed away for almost an hour and people got more and more upset and nervous. The guy with the wristbands returned for a moment, but he still found we weren't behaving enough (which was really unfair, since it was only those in the back that pushed and yelled, and people at the front tried to stay calm while they got mashed...) and so he went away again. Suddenly there were some people coming up the way which lead to the entrances with wristbands! That security guy had started to give out wristbands through some fence to people who had arrived only 10 minutes ago or so, and left us out! Now the crowd really started going wild, pushing and calling the other securities (who surveyed our entrance and had no wristbands) names. Since we were right at the front we tried to talk calmly to them, explaining how utterly unfair it was to give the bands to random people while those who had been waiting for hours were left out. They seemed to understand and a woman went to look for Mr. Nowristbandsforthosewhoaresupposedtogetthem and retrieve the remaining bands. Some minutes passed and we were like 'ooomgallthosehoursofwaitinginthecoldandtherainfornothing??'. Then she returned with about 15 wristbands. 15 wristbands for like 100 people who had been there since 8 in the morning(some had come a little later, some a little earlier). We knew it was gonna be tough. Especially because those in the back thought a few bruises might look good on us. Luckly the woman started giving out the few bands in the corner we were standing, so I was one of the first at this entrance to get a band. And then I was like 'OMGWHEEEEEEIGOTTABAND'. But when I turned around to share my joy with leelakin I saw that she didn't have a band. And the woman was already moving on... So we looked at each other and did what had worked before: we started talking. Nicely, calmly, at the top of our voices, that we belonged toghether and that one band was useless for us. (I didn't want to put my band on until leelakin would have hers...) Seems that the keks worked it's magic, because the woman turned around and gave the 2nd last wristband to leelakin. And then we...collapsed. Only then we really realized how strained we had been. If there had been more space we surely would have been lying flat on our backs in no time, but since there was barely room to breathe we...didn't. When we had recovered it was time to completely freak out for the first time that day.