The confession during Deutschland

I’ve listened to Rammstein since I was thirteen — almost ten years now. The first song I ever added to my Spotify likes was “Pussy,” and for years “Keine Lust” was my favorite. I haven’t seen them in Colombia, but in 2022 I traveled to New York to see them at MetLife Stadium with a fractured leg; it’s still the best concert of my life.

I had some posters that got damaged during a move. I still have a patch, a shirt I bought at the concert, and the tickets. I don’t have any band tattoos, but for a while I played electric guitar and knew a lot of their songs by heart — I even started learning German because of them. On a trip to Budapest, at another point in time, I stumbled on one of their tour posters stuck to a lamppost and took a photo; finding it moved me a lot.

There’s something more personal from that night at MetLife: I went with a very close friend, and during “Deutschland” — our mutual favorite song at the time — I told her I liked her, knowing nothing could happen between us. She told me she felt the same. It was a magical moment I carry close because of that song.