After an accidental stroll around Eurovision island we’ve finally landed in the press centre again. We’re waiting for the dressed rehearsal to begin and they are late. Again the security for the press centre is above airport security, wich in one way is very good but in an other way a tad annoying.
Anyhooo. It seems the program has begun so my attention is now a bit divided between the gleam of my screen and the sparkling on the big screen.
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