With my work as an event organizer, I actually continued doing what I used to do as a child: creating stories; from the stories of a king against Robin Hood in our backyard with my brother and sister, to WOII invasion stories in the attic, sitting on my knees with my trousers rolled up, putting tanks and soldiers on a pile of sand that was supposed to be an island waiting to be invaded by bloodthirsty American soldiers.
That’s why my work at the Elfia event is still so much fun: creating royalty, dirty politics with strange races like orcs and vampires. And I am not the only one. Everybody loves stories. And our event creates a platform for thousands of stories. More than 2/3 of the visitors arrive, dressed up in some creative outburst, and a part of that group built a story around his or her character.
The only thing I have to be careful with is that the story always develops. Boredom is the father of all degeneration and downfall. But in some way visitors, entertainers and organizers energize each other. We charge each others battery. It’s a continuous process. It’s a Perpetuum Mobile.