Till Lindemann

I sat down at the table, adjusting my luxurious suit. The hostess of the house suddenly shouted:

• Kruspe, how long are we going to wait for you?! Hurry up, come on!!

footsteps are heard. a guy with shoulder-length blond hair hurries into the room. he is carrying a tray with some kind of soup in his hands and is walking towards us. suddenly I see a woman, apparently the hostess's sister, trip him up. a hot dish is poured over me, and the guy falls at my feet. for a couple of seconds he doesn't understand where he is and what is happening, but when he looks up at me, he realizes that he is in trouble. fear is visible in his blue eyes.

I picked up the boy. He began to hastily apologize to me.

• Let me... let me atone for my guilt... let me wash your clothes, l... lord... - he muttered

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