Empty chips bags & sweaty socks.
Warn autumn winds.
A perfect ceremony performed by trolls before the finals.
The annual PPG soccer tournament.
20 teams in various age categories fighting for a trophy.
What struck me far most was one specific thing.
It was not the outstanding work of the staff with their super professional FBI-looking walkies.
Neither was it the fighting spirit of the teams, as they sang when they entered the field with a completely syncronized rhythm.
It was not the sincere joy of the proud parents cheering for their kids.
Not even an altogether seemingly spotless tournament under a deepblue sky could top the list of strike-me-mosts.
#1: The will to hang
Overjoyed cheerful crowds.
All ages. Men and women.
All different persons with the same immense longing to have a reason to come together.
To feel that we have something in common, some bond that keeps us connected to one other.
A bond. Any bond.
The dammed up will to hang was overwhelming.
Glimpses of a soccer tournament in a township somewhere in South Africa
Pictures of a feeling of fellowship
The will to hang.
For really, any reason is a good reason to be united.
Together we are less lonely.