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Son has made it back safely from Nova Rock festival - while his tent has not. All had been well until day three, when all of a sudden a thunderstorm killed four of the six tents my son´s friends had set up. Son´s tent was still okay, so instead of two four people sought shelter during night. This finished son´s tent off - it literally burst at the seams and breathed its last, when the cleaning squad collected its frayed remnants on the day after the festival, on a trash truck, where it surely came in contact with what had remained of son´s two brand new pavillons the storm had swept away during the thunderstorm. This was the third tent in a row that did not make it back home. The first had almost caught fire when son and friends had tried to cook in the tent in secret (cooking is not allowed on the festival area, now guess why) and sported a gap at the ceiling. Tent two was a pop-up tent which dutifully popped up but refused to fold up at the day of departure, and hence had to stay at the festival area because not even hardcore rockers may travel by train with a full-size tent. I am already considering a divorce from my husband, to marry the owner of a tent renting agency, because at the beginning of August there´s the ultimate rock festival in Wacken, and of course son will need a new tent then. And a pavillon for good neasure, so it won´t rain on son´s head when he and his friends will have their daily dose of beer after concert. So between all the shopping and packing I have to trudge round the shops for a low-cost tent and a suitable pavillon, while hubby is painting the winter garden and is not at all interested in driving around. Damn that..., that figures!