I heard Richard, Till, and Flake. I heard them talking. "Paul, I hope you know I didn't hurt you."
I knew that. I knew it was a different Flake. I wish I could tell them how I felt. I was in too much pain.
I was in my own bed in Germany. Till helped Richard to get me home. I was still pretty injured. I haven't moved. I haven't spoken and I haven't opened my eyes. I could hear them and nod or shake my head to answer them. I was sad.
I opened my eyes and time had passed. I knew it had to be weeks. I found Till and Richard asleep in different places in the room. I tried to get up and I was able. I was quite. I went to the bathroom. I was upset with what I saw. I walked into the kitchen and found I had a appointment. I got ready and I left.
I was listening to music and it was a good thing. Until a
announcement came on the radio that Rammstein canceled all tour dates. Due to Rhythm Guitarist Paul Landers getting badly injured in Dublin Ireland.
I didnt need to hear that. I made it to the doctor's office. I was not happy. So, they checked me and took out all the staples and stitches. Then my eyes got checked and I had to have glasses. I got same day glasses. My wrist was still not healed.
I went to see the town a bit. I was sad. I caused a lot of problems. I deserved for everyone to be mad at me.
