The burn of the man and temple is only a few days away, and no more news from the Mobus crew! The last thing I’ve hear is that the Mollennium Falcon (the bus) broke down somewhere in New Mexico. Stranded in the dessert, but the wrong one. Now I’m curious to know where they are. Did they make it miraculously to the burn? Maybe someone picked them up, or they hitchhiked, one after another picked up in the dust, lead to the man, could it be they were able to buy or rent some other way of transportation, a zeppelin maybe? Or after all they looked around in the sad eyes and realized, this are my friends, that’s where I wanna be, and sadness turned into happiness and somewhere out there, in the wrong-turned-right strip of a dessert is a bunch of loving people celebrating their own rite of passage, far away from the hassle, raver kids, noise, feet that not even vinegar can heal. Maybe that’s the way to go these days, shall the burn be everywhere! Nevertheless I look forward seeing the big old man burning once again, but I wish I could tell when this is gonna be!

I wish you love my friends out there!!

Rock ‘n’ Roll!!

Marco Boerner