Frankfurt am Main, GermanyMarch 14
Otto Kruspe hadn’t had a good day. Bitterly, he thought for the umpteenth time in his life that the crushing majority of Germans would consider his position to be an unattainable career peak and a ticket into the club of the rich, the powerful, the admired and thus also the happy few. Was Otto Kruspe happy? Of course he was. He had everything. He had three very well developed blonde assistants – true Germanic Brunhildas. He had the mellow monogram O.K. embroidered on his shirts. He had an AMG class Mercedes with two drivers in black suits and dark glasses. He had a direct phone line to Chancellor Angela Merkel. He had his personal psychotherapist at his disposal 24/7. He always had a Viagra pill in his breast pocket for potency, a Fluctin pill for depres
