When I was about to attend my first screening here at the Cannes Film Festival, I was understandably quite excited. I got there half an hour early - or at least what I thought was early, because then it turned out that I got the time wrong and the film actually started one hour later. That wasn’t a bad thing though, because I hadn’t yet had a moment to realize that I had finally arrived in Cannes - a place I had wanted to go since my father explained to me what this festival was about and what it means for a cinephile. So, instead of being pissed off, I just put my headphones on, took a deep breath and embraced the atmosphere of the surrounding walkways. For a big film fan making it to Cannes feels like winning the lottery. At least, in the beginning: besides all its attractions, the Croisette can be a pretty tough place. Always crowded with busy people who might bump into you when passing by, the city can remind one of an anthill, constantly agitated. It often feels like hell broke loose in heaven. What happens outside in the real world is not important. What is important is to make the best out of the opportunity to be here. For sure, Cannes isn’t the most relaxing place, especially if you work for a daily magazine. But every time I move through its streets it feels like dreaming. One intense experience is hunting the next: if you are lucky you might have the time of your life here, but it’s also possible to go through hell like seldom before. So take it easy; pick some films you really want to watch, some parties you really want to crash, go some places you simply have to visit. But don’t try to do it all, because that’s impossible.