If, as I was blessed to my teenage times, not just with an over-the ego, it was understood the first steps on the ground of contact as a gender thing: looking, longing, stare, and somehow hope for attention. For confident speeches then simply lacked the personal armor, so that you always waited for a happy occasion or a miraculous turn of fate. A location was sought for always being here twice the annual fair, whose attractions in GDR times were certainly not as spectacular as the other side of the wall, whose construction was coming but similar. The young people met on bumper cars or a similar suitable location for the show running, it was inspired by the hip and deafening volume through the speakers hunted music entertain and spent days on most of his spare time.
One of those weeks in the middle of the 80 will remain unforgettable to me for several reasons. Not only that I started to close up eye-witness, the state power, when two drunken, but relatively harmless Pöbler of the onrushing people police were beaten brutally, no one was practicing for days in the above described Extremsportdiszplin and established new permanent records in the bulls without blinking, of course without the object of desire at all the attention was on. I still do not know even their names.
Somehow arg crazed and perfectly into a then very often running in the background songs fit - "Lunatic" of the Italo-Poppers Gazebo ...
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