Guys,
I don't know what to say. I have been thinking about this all for last two days and it is still not making any sense. Mikko is gone; I know that we haven't really had a chance to know him properly, but now when he is somewhere else it all looks awkward and shattered.
ProgPower was our asylum. Our refugee from the normal, boring, stupid world. A place where there was nothing apart from love and fun waiting for us every year. A place, where everyone was our friend, no matter where from or what their favourite band was. The best time of the year.
Now it will never be the same again. The sanctuary has been violated by the terrible accident, so surreal, that none of us can still grasp on any understaning of it.
But I think the only way to continue is to be supportive of each other and to make sure that the festival carries on for the ones like Mikko - our friends, who we've never properly met but who were always close to us, and so similar to us in their love for music and the never-ending appetite for the world.
As every one of you, I would like to pass my words of support and love to Mikko's family and Sole Remedy friends, and of course to Rene, Christian and the rest of the crew. My thoughts are with you.
I cannot do much to relieve the pain, but I will make sure that the photographs I have taken during these three wonderful days will reflect all the atmosphere of the festival that we will always remember and enjoy for what it is - for being the best place and time on Earth.
Rest in peace, Mikko, and be sure, that - even from the above - you still rock.
I love you, ProgPower people. Present and absent. I truly do.
Yours,
Wojtek
