The ticket is all that's left

I’ve known the band since 1999: I heard a couple of songs and liked them. My first CD was a bootleg greatest-hits compilation —“chimbis”, as we say here— and I still have it.

At home I was the first to listen to them. A year later my brother heard them too, and he liked them so much that he’s treated himself to seeing them live in lots of places. I haven’t been able to, for money reasons.

But I did see them: I was in Flame, in Sopó, and it was intense. The thing is, I’m short, so I had lots of tall people in front of me and missed seeing them properly. We had photos from that night, but the guy who took them had his phone stolen. The only thing I have left is the ticket.

I collect Rammstein things with my brother, since we share the same feeling for the band; when he says it’s time to save, I get disciplined about it. I also took part in lots of forums.

My dream is to see them in another country. I know I’ll make it, if not by seeing them here again.