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We are in one of those areas right now,

this is the Seilscheibenpfeiler,

an old building in which in the 19th century

the lorries filled with limestone

came up from the pit

to be put onto ships

or over into the cement plant.

So right there were three empty houses

that were completely broken-down,

without windows, roofs partly collapsed.

And since it was my way to work,

I cycled to the cement plant every day,

I passed the houses every day,

and some day I went in there

and had a look and thought:

Perfect, here in this basement

we should really have a party.

So me and my friend, Thomas Richter

I drove there, didn't call,

back then you actually met in person.

And said:
'Come on Thomas,

we have to clean up the basement. '

There was lots of coal dust

and old metal shelves.

So every day at about 3 pm, after work,

we started sowing the shelves

apart with makeshift hacksaws.

and nobody noticed

even though it was really loud.

Then we shovelled all the stuff out

and then came the D-Day.

So, today is the 30st October

and Seilscheibenpfeiler happens

for the last time this year,

so let's go up there and have a look, right?

Come on!

It was completely dark in there.

There were two floors.

A House floor.

And a Techno floor.

A Gabber floor.

Exactly.

Hardcore.

There were only strobes and haze.

Those were great parties.

People got excited.

And in the end the feeling was:

It was pure.

Pure Techno.

I perceived the Seilscheibenpfeiler parties

and the following parties

from a completely different perspective

than Szary for example.

I was a guest.

I could look more objectively at the result,

at what a party can do to young people,

what it did to me.

We did some live acts then as well.

Didn't prepare anything,

just go, take the machines,

any sequence and off you go.

People were happy,

I was happy, too and I think

it was still terribly boring.

Basti however was great,

you could dance with it

and it was really balanced.

He had breaks too,

where the music was quiet

and there were just strings.

And from my side that was rather envy:

How does he do it,

that's what I wanted to know,

but he didn't really respond.

So. The morning after:

The only survivor of the party

and the only one who

at least does some work.

The rest f***ed off again.

I know that I was here twice.

Then the whole thing moved

and this nave boys-shed-construction

site-Techno-mixture developed

into some type of hype

and it inspired lots of people

and there were more parties,

in the potato silo amongst others,

where it was really dusty

and you couldn't stay in long.

Then there were parties in the Z1,

the cement plant one,

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