having left berlin one and a half hours behind schedule after picking up hilmikillme at neukölln, the doubleeff agents and mogreens cruised through the countryside of brandenburg, nodding their panama hat customized heads to polish ska music. the trip was really happy until the polish border was reached and until the polish customs official skimmed through hilmi's turkish passport, eyebrow raised, in search for something that roughely looked like a visa. since there was none, our dear companion hat to dig through eastern european bureaucracy and hierarchies, telling them stories and virtual laws about "72-hour-visas" and his function as "ambassador of culture and art", just to find himself behind bars, waiting for the baldheaded officers to sign his eviction order. after a long and melancholic farewell and exchanging osme hugs, the legal trio with german passports waved hilmi goodbye as he passed the german border to hitchhike his way back to berlin.

dj mogreens tried to brighten the ambience with some fine reggae music and the audi a4 rolled on polish ground towards the city of wrozław, which seemed close on the map but was very far away, considering the bumpy field path made of tar and holes, which the polish declare to be a highway. bouncing past abandoned socialist concrete block tenements with trees growing out of the windows, bizarre garden gnome and sculpture boothsalong the street and spaced out construction vehicles, after 2 more hours the street suddenly became smooth again.

after a nice final stage and exploring the streets of the unknown city of wrozław, the double-eff-plus trio finally approached the hotel polonia where piotr aka. neon welcomed them under the mercilessly burning sun.


=ff= agents arriving at hotel polonia

the hotel room was nice, but the visitors diodn't have time to chill out, because it was 40 centigrades melting hot and they had a lot of work to do, cutting the freshly shot clips from the day before, to get them ready for the night performance.


=ff= working in the hotel room

the work idyll was abruptly disturbed by piotr who wanted to show the guests the brewery venue, where the gig would take place , and the beautiful main train station, where agent fflux coincidentally met maddl, his old pal from heidelberg, whom he hadnt seen for more than three years. after relaxing with local beers and a load of pelmenis, the droogs filmed some more pursuit races through the station and the streets of wrocław, customized with their white panama hats, unbuttoned hawaii shirts, and casual towels around their necks.




shooting the last clips

in the evening, the rigged veejays and their director of cinematography walked over to the venue, shooting some last-second clips while their equipment was brought to the place. . having arrived there, acting and treated like the big starss, giving dumb interviews to dumb television journalists, being busy capturing the just-shot clips, copying files from computer to powerbook, hooking up cable chaos and trying to communicate with the technicians. after the japanese psychedelic rock band's final riff had died away, the floor filled up with the local hipsters and party animals and the dj started his best-of-70s-to-90s-funk vinyls.


=ff= arriving at the venue

while cameraman mogreens was doing his best to capture impressions, hawaii shirt agents ffred and fflux warmed themselves up to top form. just three days before, they had racked their brains over their visual presentation, growing keen towards the idea of going the egomaniac way of profiling themselves to the maximum, satirizing the egocentric behaivor of many players in the nightclub scene they know from berlin. this concept seemed to come out even. the dressed up duo solely showed clips of themselves being dressed up - going bonkers on the stage......

....until fantomas appeared with the cute looking glasses of wiśniowka.....1....2....3.......

....that's where memory fades to black....just single images appear. ffred waving his towel towards the dancing masses......fflux drooling over his midi controller..............ffred dancing around the stage table, chasing mogreens..........fflux lying besides the toilet, being stared at byshocked guests.....mogreens dancing in front of the stage......fflux puking all over the chillout area...........

...the trio spongily remembers being taken back to the hotel in something that seemed to be a taxi cab....

on the next day, after having lost their white hats and their lanyards, they spent the whole "morning" at the centralized chillout area of the festival, a fake green grass place in the center of downtown - having pizza breakfast and lots and lots of cola and water, curing their horrible headaches. they talked fo a while with poitr and his friend and around five in the afternoon agent fflux grabbed the car-keys and loaded in the other two.....


mogreens, neon and flux


fRED, flux and piotr

they headed back towards germany, back home, with pain and hundreds of pictures in their minds, trying to forget the passed night......

...it had just been a test - there will be more to come, more to explore....

(written in third person perspective because of memory holes , shame and alienation....)

thanks to: mogreens, fRED, hilmikillme, piotr aka. neon, fx, fantomas

more impressions from the festival on neon's page: http://hypnosite.scene.pl/enh/