Hello, this is Arnaud Bucker, Suzaffon play with Annie Fresco and UN, and this is Happy Holiday Spirits with Arno Bucker.

On tour with the band in beautiful Bavaria, with all the pretty Christmas lights out and little angels hanging from the trees.

I woke up this morning on the moldy mattress in the

backstage of an alternative music club in Munich. A place still breathing the

beery stink of anarchy and punk rock. With a broken back from the metal

support halfway the mattress, bruised ribs from a donkey ride with any scooting

through the rotting barracks, holding multiple

bunk beds filled with unshowered snoring men to the shared toilet, placing my bare feet

in the willy sprinkled spots on the floor.

My dropping splashing my cheeks with diluted piss, rough natural toilet paper bleeding my little rose, the

jock itch from the sweat-soaked underwear, my athletes feet itching, back in the wet

shoes that I danced in for three hours last night and the night before.

No coffee, no breakfast, no sunshine, not a kind word.

The sign at the entrance read, no Nazis.

And I only fully realized how lucky I was when I found myself one hour later

within the barbed wire fences of concentration camp Dachau.

There, amidst the gruesome immorality

and the bony ghosts of the past,

the trying winter sun could not make a silver lining.

Arno, optimism.

Happy holiday season, everyone.

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