Our show in Mülheim was at AZ Mülheim, an anarchist compound rented from the city, with a heavy queer contingent. We slept in a room filled with bunkbeds which led me to some serious fantasies, scouting the audience for possible players. No takers. It was just us, the band, in bunks. And see the below the bounty presented to us in the garden for breakfast. That's guacamole, salsa, fried tofu strips and sprouts, yes it is best breakfast thus far.
Got back the Leather Daddy cap, Mongolian boots--delivered from Lyon to Paris, and the Peace suspenders never lost. Some others replaced. Others, we are still waiting.
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