I chatted with you in the evening of saturday, during Slayer's and Onkel Tom's show, in front of the Biergarten. ('Was sollen wir krotzen') You had black clothes, a longsleeve Slayer-shirt, black hair and piercings on your lower lip, your tongue and your navel. I took you to my camp in camping ground C. As we arrived, a Japanese guy stumbled there, offering us generous shots of his J.D.. After that, I can't recal the telemetric records. (In other words: I passed out) The one, denim-wearing, Manowar-crazed Finnish heavy metal guy just wonders, if there was any change of contacting you in any way. I would like to ask you about some things concerning that night and you in person. G.M., a.k.a. Vilhelm P.S. Was your name Geraldine? Or for short, jerry?