Witch hunting and losing my key

(I'm sorry I haven't been writing for a while)

Yesterday was turning a catastrophe, although it all went well eventually.

The day started with an exam in Physiology, biochemistry and pharmacology. The first 6 questions (of 25) were anal about potassium channels in neurons, but I was saved by the other questions which were a little more comprehensive.

As is usual after exams, we decided to go out and have some beer in the evening. A few of us met up at Sorento in Gamlestaden, but we had to split up after a few hours since the others wanted to join the rest of the class who were at Vasastan in the city center. I stayed in Gamlestaden and went to Spatt, where Witch Hunt (US), The Process and Destierro (Basque) were announced to play. Apparently Destierro got some motor trouble in Germany, so they couldn't come, but Witch Hunt more than made up for that. They were great, probably the best band I've seen at Spatt. The Process on the other hand made an OK gig, not very good but not very bad neither.

A new touch at Spatt was the merchandise tables by the entrance. I hadn't been there for a while so I don't know if yesterday was the first time they tried it, but it seemed to be appreciated by the crowd. There were a big table with shirts, LPs/tapes/CDs and patches from Witch Hunt, and a stand by the side with mainly Antifa stuff. Good market analysing, there! ;)

Anyway, to the almost-catastrophe: I keep my key to the apartment in my left jeans pocket. In the same pocket, I carry my loose money (notes and change). When I payed for a Witch Hunt t-shirt and CD ("...As Priorities Decay") my key must have slipped out without me noticing. A few minutes later I left the place, had a coke with Hinken and some of his Spatt friends at Sorento, and went home.

The horror! Standing by my apartment door, seeking for my key in the pocket, and realising I had lost it. Almost one o'clock at night, I called Hinken and asked to have a look at Sorento and Spatt. He overheard some of the Witch Hunt crew talking about a key, and found out they had put it in the lost-and-found box (actually no box, rather it was taped to the wall togeter with a paper saying "key found october 3rd"). Then Spatt had been locked up, and the staff with the keys had went home. They wouldn't arrive again until this morning to clean up.

Sleeping outside while the rain was pouring and thunder bolts lit up the sky wasn't an option. Hinken offered me to join him at an after party, but I was able to hook up with a class mate and sleep on his couch. Thanks.

At nineish this morning I got my key back, and was finally able to look back at the episode with some humor. After all, it could have been a lot worse.