Pregnant in the PYRO zone

I’ve known Rammstein for as long as I can remember. My parents were always metal fans, and once the band released their first album in 1995, they started playing them at home — I got hooked on those industrial riffs and that language so unlike anything else. I was born in 1992 and grew up listening to them practically since 1996.

I went to the December 3, 2010 concert, in the PYRO zone, three months pregnant. It was a risk for my pregnancy, but I still felt the fire through the whole show. The long line and the venue in Sopó were worth it — I cried a lot, because it was a dream come true. Thirteen years later, I still have the ticket from that concert. I own all the band’s original CDs, and while I don’t have a tattoo yet, I’ll soon get one with my own design.

Thanks to them, my passion for German opened doors in my career as a biologist and nurse. And without me ever pushing him, my son picked up the same love for the band and the language — just like me.