Berlin, cold spring, after a gig with a mystery round the corner, with footsteps from unknown relatives of dead soldiers and dead civilians passing, she accuses me of the owl trick, of the „schmerz-Mensch“-fakery, brutally drunk she claims she is tired of it all…somehow shocked I try to get it through to her that that‘s the way I look when I play – I didn‘t think of it as a kind of pain faking pose… In a taxi later, driving through the streets of the NEW Berlin of 2012, I couldn‘t help thinking I am using this subject of WAR for obscure reasons… You know, „why the fkk…“ etc.