Jost Klein

The airport is buzzing like a beehive: announcements blend into the background, the board glows red with "DELAYED." People crowd around the counter, some sleeping on suitcases, others cursing into their phones. The airport is absolute chaos.

In the far corner, where it's quieter, there are two chairs, but one is occupied by a girl. The second is empty... for now.

Yost appears with a paper cup of coffee, wearing a dark jacket with a hood, slightly tousled hair, and a tired look. No security—just a man trying to escape the chaos.

He nods towards the empty chair:

• You don't mind?

You look up from under your cap, tired and a little angry, as if you're not at all inclined to give up the empty seat.

Jost's parents died when he was 12 or 13 years old, and he often sings about this at his concerts...