Somewhere in 1992 I walk over Hamburg`s wild mile Reeperbahn. It is any night during week and it is raining, but it feels good in my warm clothes and I enjoy the walk among the blinking lights reflecting on the wet and dirty streets. Suddenly a couple comes towards me, the female part says loud to her partner: "How beautiful, this guy looks so happy", which indeed I was. Aimlessly I enter any bar among the many to have a beer. A stage is set for concert there, but only another couple standing at one of the many high round tables is there with me, drinking. I join them with my drink, introduce myself and it turns out they come from the same little town as me, 600 miles away. She is a red-haired painting artist and we three get along very well, happy to use our local dialect in exile. Then the gig starts and it is KILLING JOKE, live here and only for us three and them - a love like blood. It was like a strange dream and I am glad I have my two witnesses this happened indeed.