ABSTRACT
The fact that the Berlin Wall fell in 1989 and West Germany, where I lived, was reuniting with East Germany meant nothing to me. I was fourteen, didn’t have any relatives ‘over there’, and knew the East only from the news. Events in Russia were, of course, even farther away. What did matter to me, though, was that the Scorpions, one of my favourite bands, chose this pivotal moment to start making music that sucked.
