hi.. is there anybody out there?

no.. I do not need a company..(or the title just does not have anything in common with the actual state of my mind) 

I just need to absorb some feelings and experiences from this Saturday..

I cannot remember when was the first time I saw The Wall, but I know that for a few days I was addicted to the film and every free time I drew the curtains, sat on the sofa and pressed "play" and after that my body travelled across the universe through various dimensions into the deepest places of my imagination and the feeling was just too perfect to stop it..

after a while my addiction faded, another film or music occupied the top of my body, but I have never forgotten that crazy time inside the Wall..

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I am not a fan of great concerts or shows with thousands of people in the audience.. I find it quite uncomfortable and also impersonal.. but when my dear dad told me he bought two tickets for the Prague concert of Roger Waters and The Wall I simply could't resist!

Describing the way from our house through various bars, cafes, when I was drinking water because I knew I will have to drive home (grrrh), is unimportant.

The show started with a very short delay (not over 10min) and it was.. grandious. It doesn't happen to me very often, but I started to cry at the beginning after the first notes vibrated my guts..
a white rag doll was sentenced to death and Mr. Roger came to see the audience..

The Wall was begun..

there were so many things I could enthuse about.. a group of children singing "we don't need no education" to a big ugly puppet of the teacher.. amazing projection.. military aircraft.. searchlights.. black pig airship.. all the phrases.. parody on the Apple.. links to Orwell's 1984..

..thousands of running shivers down my spine.. some tears.. and my eyes wide open not to miss any important allegory..

If anybody wants to hear something negative then I can mention only one thing - the intermission. The most disturbing moment when all the magic, that was growing during building the wall, broke because of all the people running out to visit the bathroom and drink at least one crucible of beer.. without that I could call the final fall of the wall one of the moments after which You can die because You won't be able to experience it twice and it would be really hard to find another moment like this.

Driving home in the light of nearly-full moon was now different. I am sure that this evening has a big effect on me. At least for a few weeks, I'm sure..

PS: I live in a country where really existed communism and its socialictic system. Everyone can say that I am young and that The Wall is not the best piece ever made - and I agree. But the historical experience which had a terrible effect on Czech society is something that would always make me love it - although it is in a specifically strange and scary way..