Okay, I'm not gonna write a lot about Ungdomshuset. Those who knew it miss it sorely, those who diddent realy missed out on an amazing squat. The summer after it was torn down we where fortunate enough too get a new house. Well, it was only for loan, and it was only for ten days at a festival. But still, it felt really good to have a playground again. These pictures are from some paintings i made in this "house" together with a really sweet guy called Balder. The tekst reads "Nothing forgotten - Notthing forgiven.
