They peed in pedestrian zones, made pilgrimages to the Lindner wedding, lived in the protest camp and didn’t want to go home. But what have the punks actually achieved on the island? Summary of a crazy summer.
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Veronica Wulf
Sylt has had a crazy summer. A few years ago you would probably have spent a lot of marketing money on communication strategists in order to be in the media so much throughout Germany, even internationally. Since the introduction of the nine-euro ticket in June and the announcement by a few punks and party tourists that they want to “board” the island, Sylt has hardly been in the headlines. But they don’t sound like tourism managers would like them to. The boulevard wrote of a “punk invasion”, of a “hardcore weekend” and a “police emergency”. Punks peed in the pedestrian zone, bathed in the fountain, made pilgrimages to the Lindner wedding. Business people were annoyed, tourists felt disturbed. “That must not happen again,” said the deputy mayor of Sylt to the local press.