“When we first came to Mexico City, we played together with Kiss at the Stadion del Sol. We flew back in the middle of the night on a Boeing 747 and shortly after takeoff Till said to me: ’Man, if we crash now, we’re going to kill a few thousand people.’ You have to know, we just flew over the slums. Suddenly there was a bang and it came from the front. And I thought: ’Aha, the cockpit exploded, bye, thanks!’ In airplanes there is this altitude indicator. We were just at 5,6000 feet and you could see: 5,400, 5,200, 5,000 and then the screen went blank. Okay, so that’s it, I thought. Till said to me: ’Have a look and see if the engines are burning.’ What I didn’t know: when you’re in the clouds, the light disperses. Of course, since we were in the front, the red flashing lights from the wings shone through all the clouds. To me it looked like war. I just closed the viewing window. We kept sinking. At that moment I took Till’s hand and said: ’I actually don’t want to die!’. A stream of sweat ran down between our hands and it was dead quiet around us. The lights were off and the screens were dark too, ’So’ I thought, ‘so now I’m going to be on the news’. Just like the magazine List sometimes says: ‘Plane crashed - 200 dead - the causes are being investigated.’ All I can say is: I now know how it feels to be in a plane like this just before it hits the ground. Paul turned to us. Very slowly, like a puppet, he made a gesture like I’d never seen before: he just waved at us, it was like, 'Guys, it was nice seeing you’. I looked at Till and thought through everything that was in my life that happened so far and somehow in my head there was only one ’Well, yes!’… We didn’t hit the ground after all, it kept going… What I only found out much later: the plane was struck by lightning and what happened is that all computer programs failed. From that moment on, the pilots flew this gigantic airplane again like before: with cables to the wings. Suddenly the Stewarts came through again and asked: What do you want to drink? Our connecting flight was then like taking a tram. There is definitely a feeling of being a newborn. In retrospect, Till, who was just writing lyrics just before the bang, said: ’I was about to write ejaculation!’ »
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