"And now the times are changing, look at everything that's come and gone, sometimes when I play that old six-string, I think about you wonder what went wrong.I guess nothing can last forever, those were the best days of my life, back in the summer of ´69."

Every time I hear Bryan Adams sing these lines, I'm seized by boundless melancholy and by severe goose pimples. Thousands of déjà vus and already at that time I considered the text to be alarming timeless. My god, when was that? Everybody who thinks this way grows old slowly as it was in the early 80s of the past millennium and I was 17 or 18. My hopes were outsized but rarely met. On the search for myself there were lots of wins and even more losses. The world seemed to be a little bigger and most of the time simple. I was on the road with two wheels, my letters were written by hand, unpunctual and sometimes scented, I listened to music from LPs (large, round discs made of vinyl), our telephone still had a dial, my parents' hair turned grey and they worried about my future.

Girls came, women left, with them the second dreams. I just had a couple of bucks but a lot of freedom and I merciless used my talent of creative improvisation in awkward situations in my life. Well thought-out excuses and lots of ideas as arrester net during periodical tight rope acts. Suddenly there was this exciting Canadian guy right in the middle of it and was singing of bygone summers. Twenty-one years later he's still singing about it and I still listen to it. Everybody who thinks this way gets older nevertheless. However don't bother. There are things that are difficult to explain.

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