The sun woke us up on Sunday. People were packing and the general vibe was of one giant, outdoor, chill out room. When you arrive at Fusion you're given a garbage bag. Before you leave you fill it and return it to get your 5 Euro deposit back. This is a simple idea - let everyone clean up their own mess, let them fight over the garbage, let them leave a lot less of an impact than they would otherwise. It worked. As for "Lady Piss," what can I say? They were urinals...for girls! Picture a long metal trough next to a kind woman handing out "Fusionellas" - disposable cardboard contraptions that you somehow wrangle into a piss tube for ladies. I heart these things. I brought some home to practice with and to take out with me the next time I go, well, anywhere I might need to piss.
We left that night and took the Autobahn straight back to Berlin. It didn't take me long to adjust back to showers and flushing toilets and it's good to be home but I can't help but miss the constant music, dancing and indulgence.