The year 1990 I will always be one of the most confusing and most eventful of my life in memory. Especially the few months between the introduction of the D-Mark in East Germany at 01 July to the reunification 03 Of October, some of Wilder completely lawless states รก la the West. No wonder there were still the legal provisions of the GDR, which were originally not intended for the realities and thus plenty of room for all sorts of anarchy and crime also left.
Even in the peaceful province of Saxony did in this respect a lot, also shot set up makeshift stalls everywhere, and new party venues from the ground. The already mentioned in these memories "steamer" was transformed to semi-closed in those days managed roulette illegal casino, other previously visited my weekend goals altogether. But opened near my apartment for a late Riesaer United restaurateurs (and now again totally crashed) ascended, previously completely unknown a huge tent for party events. From today's perspective, almost absurd primitive wooden plank floor to the dance floor, sheltering, front page, a few trinkets at the beer tent sets - a luxury Disse is different! Nevertheless, jostling in front of the inlet on all opening days of the masses, even in the absence of alternative deals in town.
What this dance in the temple IKEA-style, however, differed from his predecessors, was added to the impressive light and sound system, which is still significantly different from the largely caused by homemade equipment of GDR sweatshops. In the floor was even a stainless steel dance floor and recessed the Ossikinder for us was really something new because it had to date at the inherent tiles or parquet floor of the respective locality abgehoppelt. This piece of metal, however, brought me on a warm summer night of that year in light balance difficulties, what can I have the crossover to the dance-floor stomper "Do not Miss The Party Line" by Bizz Nizz .
was in those days in the local widths a strange dance style emerged, a kind of fast Moonwalk represented on the spot. So we jogged in jerky movements, no great move away from its position on the dance floor. I braucte a while until I had done on it technical coordination, then I put all the more wildly. What I do not that evening saw: Someone was just there, a tube of hair gel allowed to fall (who actually carries with something on the runway ???), I shuffled in my rage on it, of course, and pasted my position up properly with the perfect lubricant. I was in party mood (and probably a bit alcohol technically Breeding discontent) that I do not paying attention to me but to my surprise more and more urgent in the splits legs. My former friends stood by and of course, with broad grins, clearly enjoyed the somewhat odd-looking one-man show ...
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