Horst the Brutal
Series “Inspiring Voyeurism”
So I kept delving into postcards with a gold-feverish enthusiasm. Was it ethical to wake up foreign fates? Were I a marauder of alien memories? Or probably a priest and re-activator of vanished past?
The next postcard was a completely different story, another reality, like our lives always are.
Your another tourist sightseeing photo from Bamberg, a historic city somewhere in Bavaria. But this image doesn’t matter in our case, because…
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A clumsy, childish handwriting, dated with 19th January 1970, addressed to somebody named Thomas Merkel:
Dear Thomas,
I perfectly arrived to Bamberg. I’m doing pretty well here, but I miss you guys like hell. Don’t forget the egg cartons. Obtain the thingies so we could begin with the basement, as soon as I come back.
Your friend Horst, called The Brutal.
What have planned Horst the Brutal and his friend Thomas in their basement? Were they about to design a brutal torture chamber? Or did they rather launched a basement a brütal hard rock band, using egg…
