||Go, Stefanie! Suddenly it rains in the flat and the French sounds somehow peculiar, two turbines overturn in front of the parlour window and you dance - a mixture of standing and walking, psytrance and roller skate disco. Others will have to save the world today. Balthasar Glättli for instance or the guy at the bar: «Die Zeit ist eine Mischung aus Stehen und Gehen, Baby – und die Welt ist unsere Discokugel» - deep, motherfucker, and you fly away, very far away, to the South Pole where penguins frown because the dance floor is melting away under their asses, and you order another one of those Campari Mineral. Stefanie, what‘s on your mind?