A bad-quality Betamax that changed everything

My connection with Rammstein started in 2005, at 13. A classmate, sitting apart from the group in ninth grade, showed me a concert in San Sebastián, Spain, recorded on a low-quality Betamax tape. The quality didn’t matter: the sound took hold of me in a way that still resonates.

When the band came to Colombia in 2010, I camped for two nights in Sopó to secure a front-row spot, despite not being in my best health at the time. Every sacrifice was worth it the moment I saw them on stage. I traveled to Mexico in 2016 to see them at Heaven and Hell, and although the European stadium tour was postponed two years by the pandemic and I couldn’t make it to Europe in 2022, I did get to see them again that year in Mexico.

I’ve had tattoos on my right arm since 2015 as a permanent mark of this devotion. I’ve been an active part of Rammstein Colombia’s meetups, where I found a community of friends united by the same passion — and being part of the Official Club is, for me, a way to keep contributing to that community.