'33 Was Adolf Hitler, son of God
.. But that does not matter. So I saw last Friday, the last flower-field concert of my life. This situation also seems to me quite to have its accuracy. The sense tells you that this band really does not fit into our time. As the young man next to me, in a quiet place deep sad one, "Thou must not go it" by himself, gave me a what kopschüttelndes exclaimed "how scary". This increase was only the woman behind me, but she called to "come with in everyday life," according to "come with me, Jochen", which was quitiert Klaas little annoyed with a "shut up".
We have then turned to us yesterday and more appropriate forms of social criticism. Bernd Begemann played like every other Saturday of the month one of his albums on the Blue Shell and more than "I do not identify myself with the Firmephilosphie" must also not be said. Completed
The evening was then on a Vinyl Vibes Party with music that I hardly know who (me) says nothing, and so very beautiful. felt in a club in a railway embankment, in which I've never been, but reminds me just off the beautiful city of Vienna.
The nausea, which cost me today a large part of the day, let me summarize that leaving now and again is nice, but do not have to. So knowing I could now more about the Tsarist Russia and the Young Hegelians. Intended nice.
