The table is packed with white russians in the camp.

Tim Driver is done with looking at the hologram.

JSL has taken a sip of the wrong bottle.

Lewis tries to look innocent at the Playground tent.

This is the ‘please save me’ handsign.

Back at the lounge, unfolding our inner hippies.

Dalge looking blitzed.

Outside, normal people do normal things in the sun.

Like Heidizzle here, pointing at an invisible hologram.

“I see weird things that doesn’t exist, too”, the Jungle Monster says to Heidizzle in a comforting voice.

The Jungle Monster and Chriszka The Time Traveller decides to cool down with a junglistic drink.

Meanwhile, Illutron blows up some stuff or something.

Escaping from the dangers of the sunshine, we discover a trancer having a blissful moment at the dark lounge.

Mariiii tries out some junglistic moves surrounded by 11-year-olds.

…while Banel plays in front of some visuals designed specifically to bore you to sleep.

Noone is bored, though.

Oh my gosh, once again I randomly run into the Danish crew I met at Berghain. Hello, fellow Berghainers!

And hello, twins!

Oh my gosh, Citadel people everywhere! 😀

EVERYONE is part of this photo series! Happy Space Boy’ing at Playground.

And it’s time to put on the happy glasses, yes.

Jonask in the house.

Tim Driver is looking at Jonask.

That well-known handsign, once again!

Everyone, absolutely everyone, is somehow in this collection of pictures.

Back at the camp, Næb has made a sign with a complicated request that noone understands. He feels sad about this.

Næb feels happy again.

If babyfacing is possible with a beard, this is it.

Classic hand signs are thrown as night crawls in on us.

And the mood gets even better.