Are there beautiful people?

I've been to quite a few psy trance parties in my life, about 20 years ago. Then (I assume it's still the same today), there was nothing better in the world, joyful, optimistic, uplifting for the soul than a nature party. A secluded spot in the wilderness, a view of the desert, North, the sea, a forest full of trees, a beat, just like trance music, at a BPM of 140 🤗

People do what they do. They dance until they drop. They smile with full hearts. Sometimes it was a big party, organized with famous names, and sometimes so small that we had to drive slowly, with open windows, to catch a hint of music wafting in the air. We'd arrive somewhere at 3am in the morning, stay until we ran out of energy or until it got too hot to dance.

Throughout this whole story, it wasn't the music, the scenery, or the activities that mattered – it was the people. Before arriving, we'd check, with the one organizing or with someone who was already there, through a simple question that contains three very simple and clear words – "Are there beautiful people?" Beautiful people aren't about aesthetic beauty, skin color, age, wealth, residence, political beliefs, or fashion. Beautiful people are those who come to smile, to dance, to spread positive energy, people with good eyes, people who are hope, that maybe this world is a good place despite all the crap you hear in the news. "Are there beautiful people?" friends would ask when they called while you were already there, and you'd answer, "Loads. Come along."

From the moment the cooking dimension begins at a party, they start to emerge, and they break my heart. I wasn't there, but in some way, I was there, because a nature party isn't a physical place; it's a state of mind that stays with you for years. And to think that they came there, murderers, human beasts, and destroyed the most beautiful thing in the world, I can't get over it. I can't breathe. I won't forget that day in my life.

RIP beautiful people 😓
**Writed by my friend
@lior.noyfeld