I can’t tell you how often I walked over the footbridge in the image above. It must have been hundreds of times. Around the time when me and my friends were 20 years old, we did party hard. Every weekend and I don’t think we skipped one. We usually started at someones home, getting a couple of drinks but later we always went into a club. It was important to get to a decent level of drunkenness before we went into the club, because from that point on drinks would cost a lot more. So, it started at someones home, … Continue reading The Bridge