Richard Kruspe

This day was uncomfortably hot. We drove to Wittenberge, the birthplace of my idol, Richard Kruspe. There was nothing there other than one shopping street, which was almost completely devoid of people.

We returned to Grabow later in the evening and I decided we should wash the car. It turned into a full scale waterfight, and the smirks on the faces of the passers by were priceless. Micha's father though, had a face like thunder.