It seemed like destiny.
Festifools, now it it's third year, was a year in the making for us. I was enchanted by the idea of a free-for-all parade with the din of bucketdrums and giant, looming puppets where the lines blurred easily between linearity, order or even between spectator and participant. I knew I had to go get me some of that.
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