The first week in the Black Rock Desert and preparations for the Burning Man festival were very intense.
Two and a half hours of sleep, and then back on your feet. All day under the sun, when the heat burns your shoulders, and in the evening you work in a jacket because it's cold and bats are flying overhead. Dust is everywhere: half a kilo on your pants, in your eyes, in your hair. There is a lot of discomfort, but it somehow dissolves here because there is an extraordinary community of artists, ideas, and beauty that exceeds all expectations.















