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I took the opportunity in around 2016-2017 to live in Germany for a year on a work and travel visa. As the name implies, I was allowed to live and work in Germany as a way to support myself while I stay in Europe. I chose to stay in Berlin.
During the first couple weeks I went out with a couple people I met in my hostel. Went to a club that was this tiny, cramped little hole under a bridge called Golden Gate. First time being at a techno party ever. The vibe was so chill, the music was amazing and it was very obvious the people there were just for the music.
It felt so comfortable. I ended up going to so many different clubs and parties during my time there. Honestly one of the best years of my life and I'm grateful I had the opportunity to go.
I'm pretty autistic and loud noises really shut down the social part of my brain. I usually spend my time dancing and enjoying the music by myself in the crowd.
It must show because so many people come to dance by me, women especially. I never really say a word but the company is nice either way. Multiple times, women who were being bothered by guys would come dance by me so that the annoying guys will go away. Which is fine by me, even without saying a word, I can help people and it still feels good to me. I'm sure they appreciate it too because I assume they are there for the music too.
My semester in Germany was in a midsized city in Niedersachsen (you've likely heard of it ... guy with a flute drowned the kids a while back) with all of one Disko. It was 1995, and I was 16, so there may have been house parties in town, but my classmates in Gymnasium weren't privy to them.
The music at the Sumpfblume was unremarkable. Basically angry metal.
I went to my first regional burn last year and found my flow state for the first time in decades. I danced my ass off at various house and trance camps, oblivious to the outside world at times, and people started coming up to me because of it. It was an amazing experience that made me feel like a kid again -- if I'd been on that many drugs as a kid!