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Roskilde Festival is a place where people have left their concerns and their inhibitions behind. I walk through the crowd and I see one guy dressed up as Spiderman, another wearing a horse's head, several naked people with only sunshine on their skin, a group of strangers dancing and falling over to the beats from someone's ghettoblaster, people asleep in the middle of everything, and in every corner young people entwined, kissing and stroking each other's hair. Signe Brink Pedersen informs me that festival guests often describe the festival to her as a kind of utopia. I know what she means. Memories are made here, new relationships take shape, and things that seem outrageous in the outside world are common here.

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