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Friday when we got here there were Metallica’s fans waiting for the shows.
I heard two Metallica's shows in Saturday and Sunday.
But we couldn’t stay here neither to encamp, so we slept outdoor across the street.
Very exhausting, nine hours travelling. I got here dead!
I think that I wouldn’t do it not even for my mother.
The rain brought a lot of trash and it isn’t good to sleep in a place in a mess.
We say that here is a home, because we have being here for a week, we don’t live at our houses anymore.
As people came, we decided to make a list to organize the row and avoid fights, as happened at Madonna’s show.
Here we have fans separated in groups by order of arrival. We already have 100.
We sleep here, but it’s very safe because there’s a police station over there. We are not afraid.
Yesterday 3h in the morning a car passed here five times and they threw big ice cubes.
A boy was hurt in his arm.
Bottles of two liters of water were thrown.
Water flied everywhere. Beer too.
So we called the police and they stopped.
People call us bum.
“Go to work!” We worked all year to pay for this ticket.
I am at vacation now. They curse us, but it worths, for her, only for her.
I don’t know how I am holding on. I’m gonna make it.
Tomorrow we go home, take a shower and return. We take off all the grime.