In the first evening, we were tired and also a little bit scared by the fact that most of the houses on our hostel’s street were either ruins, or already torn down; that’s why we decided to go to a rather shabby Irish Pub called Nancy’s just down the street, maybe the only other house on the block that was habitable. Inside, the music was way too loud, and the three locals (the owner of the bar and her best friends celebrating her birthday) already had had a few. After about 4 minutes, the door opens, and about 20 people storm in: the detroit Marching Band on one of their invasion/flash-mob-concerts. These guys just released hell for about 10 minutes, performing an awesome version of Boney M’s Rasputin. Unfortunately, this was the only time in three weeks I left my camera at home.