My friend died two years ago, but our friendship is still alive via facebook.
So I dedicate this song to him.
My first Moon Walk
We enjoyed watching the first man landing on the moon July 20, 1969 on television at the Kuby mansion in Munich while a German rockband performed in the basement and under garden trees the joints went from hand to hand like in Haight Street, San Francisco.
Once upon a time autumn 1956 I became an altar boy and had to learn Latin to serve liturgy of Catholic church. Took some time, but after I got acquinted myself to the job I began to like my position on the right wing of the altar especially my duty to serve bread, wine and water. Nevertheless I always felt relieved when Father Kleidorfer started the farwell song: