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It wasn’t the most comfortable condition, that’s for sure. And so we’re listing down the messed up things that happened in Woodstock that most of us overlooked because of the sheer epicness of the performances.Warning: Your stomach may turn so it’s best to put down whatever you’re eating or drinking.8. Free-For-Allvia Collectors WeeklyOriginally, tickets cost $18 for the three-day event. If you bought it at the gate, it would be $24. But the change of venue was already too late to set up everything again. So when the day came, those without tickets just walked through and soon it became a free-for-all festival. It would’ve left the organizers bankrupt if it weren’t for the documentary film which helped them cope up with their losses.7. Traffic Jamsvia Ken ReganThe organizers expected 200,000 people to show up. On the day of the festival, there was twice that number and so it’s not surprising that the festival-goers caused traffic for over 10 miles long. Some turned back but there were those who abandoned their cars and walked all the way to the venue. Residents found themselves unable to leave their houses because of vehicles blocking their driveways.6. Bathroom Problemsvia Woodstock Junior EssayNowadays, you can easily rent portable showers and toilets with the click of a button. But back then, you had to line up for over an hour just to pee. Think about it, the ratio was 1 porta potty for every 830+ people. Oh and did we mention it doesn’t work well too because it’s overflowing with a mixture of sewage and mud? And there’s too much of both that it runs downhill to the throngs of people gathered. Imagine that the next time someone says Woodstock was the coolest.5. Drugsvia AP PhotoThere were so many psychedelics being passed around that even those who didn’t want to get high fell victims to hippies who gave out drinks laced with acid and other drugs. Even the organizers became extra careful with what they drank and ate.4. Violence On Stagevia The TelegraphIt wasn’t the perfect setup not just for the festival-goers but for the performers as well. When The Who took the stage, it was easy to tell Pete Townshend was in a bad mood. Political and social activist Abbie Hoffman was sitting on the stage beside Michael Lang and if he hadn’t been taking LSD, he could’ve realized it wasn’t a great time to mess with Pete. Suddenly, Abbie went up to the mic while The Who’s in the middle of their set and started ranting about politics and laws. Pete wasn’t feeling accommodating so he went to Abbie and hit him with his guitar. Fortunately, Abbie didn’t return the favor and instead, disappeared from the stage.3. Foot Injuriesvia Time Life Pictures / Getty ImagesWith over 400,000 people in attendance, it was clearly very chaotic. And yet, some fans still thought it was cool to walk around barefoot. And according to the Journal of Emergency Medical Services, the medical team had to treat 938 foot lacerations, 135 foot punctures and 346 other foot-related injuries. This is on top of other cases like asthma attacks.2. Awful Setsvia Ken ReganWoodstock made legends. After the three-day event, several rock acts went on to become rock gods. Some live performances are still being revered up to this day. Sadly, that’s not the case for The Grateful Dead who are well-known for their epic shows and concerts. But to be fair, they’re not to be solely blamed. It was more like a series of unfortunate events for them. Their equipment somehow squashed the stage, there was flooding on the stage and because of the rain, they got electrical shocks from touching their guitars. And to top it all off, they were “smashed.” All of those things combined and well, you know it’s not going to be good.Food Shortagevia AP PhotoWith the number of people expected to attend, food vendors weren’t exactly thrilled to sign up for Woodstock. At Coachella, there’s a wide variety of stalls to cater to every craving – from tacos and burritos to smoothie bowls. But at Woodstock, choices were limited to…. *drum roll please* GRANOLA. The organizers ended up hiring a trio of inexperienced food vendors called Food for Love. Demand for hot dogs was so high they had to overcharge. But still, it wasn’t enough to feed 400,000 hippies. Hugh Romney and his group The Hog Farm Collective was initially hired as security but realizing that hunger could escalate to violence, they addressed food shortage by handing out granola in Dixie cups.Seventeen-year-old Raymond Mizsak, who was attending the festival with his older sister, was in his sleeping bag at 10:30 a.m. on the second day of the festival when a tractor towing a water tank trailer on its way to drain the porta-potties rolled right over the top of him. Now this sounds like gross negligence, but in the driver's defense, Mizsak wasn't exactly in an obvious place. A 1995 article in the Times Herald-Record said the hill where the teen was sleeping was covered in a "pile of soaked garbage and sleeping bags." Mizsak had put his sleeping bag over his head to keep the rain off, and the driver hadn't been able to distinguish between the one with a person in it and all the abandoned sleeping bags mixed in with the garbage. A helicopter was called in to transport Mizsak to a hospital, but when it showed up he was already dead. Not only was his death tragic and senseless, but on the list of totally sucky ways to die, getting run over by a porta-potty tanker in a pile of garbage is probably right up there with getting eaten by a hyena and impaling yourself on a baguette as one of the suckiest ways to die ever. At least he slept through most of it.Remarkably, only two people died — the 17-year-old who was killed by the sewage-toting tractor and a Marine who died from a heroin overdose. Of course by today's standards, even one preventable death at a festival would be considered outrageous, but for a team that got 10 times more than they'd planned for, two dead out of half a million really isn't that terrible.It was billed as "three days of peace and music," but it's probably more accurate to say that it was "three days of mud, rain, and food shortages." Festival-goers might have been super enthusiastic on Friday, but on Sunday, a lot of them had pretty much had it. So, by the time headliner Jimi Hendrix got on stage, the crowd had dwindled from a peak 500,000 down to around 180,000. It kind of comes down to the failure of concert organizers to get pretty much anything right — the schedule was so badly mucked up by Sunday that performers were taking the stage literally hours after they were scheduled to appear. According to History, Hendrix had a clause in his contract that virtually guaranteed most fans would miss his performance. No one was allowed to perform after him, and since Sunday's schedule was so hideously delayed, he didn't get on stage until Monday morning… which, incidentally, was the fourth day of the three-day festival. Although he gave what is widely considered to be a legendary performance, including his famous rendition of "The Star Spangled Banner," most of the exhausted, hungry, dirt-covered people who came to see him had already given up and were on their way home. In fact, it's probably safe to say that a lot of them weren't even aware of what they were missing.

In 2015, I went on a 3 day drinking binge that left me broke, tired, and sick.When it ended — I had no money left.To continue to be able to drink, I used my rent money to finance my alcohol abuse.Every night, I puked, passed out, woke up, drank again, puked, and passed out again.Those days, were tough.I thought I was losing my sanity.My nightmares had become more potent — more fervent, and I was slowly withdrawing from reality.The cherry on top?I was struggling with suicidal ideation and a host of mental illnesses which included clinical depression, chronic anxiety, insomnia, panic attacks, and night terrors.Drinking was the only way I coped with it all.I had a lot of friends those days, or so I thought.The entire three days, I paid for it all. The alcohol. The soft drinks. The food. Everything.They promised to pay it back.The entire three days we were together, there was no problem.None.Everyone laughed, danced, cried, slept, were happy, and together.The problem emerged when it ended.That's when they all disappeared and I was left figuring out how to get the money back.My landlord called me demanding the rent.I called my friends desperately. Calls. Messages. Texts.The response? None.I was struggling to understand why. Just yesterday night, we were all together, best of friends.Now, not a word and here I was — broke, threatened with eviction, and no money to even eat.In one final act of desperation, I called my Maa and in tears confessed it all without telling her about the alcohol.I said, “Maa, I'm sorry. I don't know what to do. No one's picking up anymore. I let you down Maa.”My Maa said nothing but heard it all.She ended with, “I'm at a loss for words. We failed as parents.”I still remember sitting at this place called Heera's near my house in Pune.My head was bowed in shame.I felt guilty, so terribly guilty, and betrayed.My phone lighting up every second — calls from my landlord.That's when I saw it.My phone read, “Rs 8500 credited to your account.”Then, a text from my Maa, “Please go get some food and pay off the rent immediately.”In all the tension — the feeling of guilt, shame, and betrayal, I'd forgotten to eat. But, Maa remembered.She knew, even when I hadn't told her, that I probably didn't eat all day.I wrote back, “Maa, I'm so sorry. I really am. This'll never happen again, Maa.”Her response, “Please go eat first.”Dark truths about life? Here's one.When you're happy, you'll have a thousand people with you and around you.But when you're down and in trouble, most of them will conveniently leave.That's when you'll realize, that, in the end — family's all you have.

For me, the booksellers here in Kosovo are the true heroes of our time. The problem is that almost nobody here reads a book anymore.There you stand in your little bookstore the whole day and nobody enters. Of course, the few booksellers that still exist have immense financial problems.A few months ago, one of them could no longer pay the rent for his small shop and the city council, as the owner, gave him a 24 hours deadline to pay off his rental debt, otherwise he would end up with his books on the street.A few good people learned of the man’s fate and wanted to show their solidarity with him. Since he had his pride and didn’t want to accept donations, the citizens had no other choice than to go to his shop and buy a book.Within three days, enough books were sold to pay the rent and the existence of the bookshop was secured, at least for the moment. Of course, that's not a way to live. The fact that the few surviving booksellers are still not giving up demands our utmost respect.Unfortunately, the security forces and police are very much respected here, although most of them are not only lazy, but also completely corrupted. However, no one thinks about the booksellers.Translated from German Antwort von Roland Bartetzko auf Vor welcher Berufsgruppe hast Du den meisten Respekt?