How his parents must have despaired when they were at odds with him over the behavior that happened when they were not able to be where he was comfortable and at peace, when he was away from Mecklenburg and Dorfkrug, where his father’s cottage was located. Perhaps if his father had lived longer, he would have come to have a closer, more understanding relationship with his only son. His mother’s love and pride shine through every memory she shares with her audience. He places a desk (?) across, and helps me to the other side. Then we have to make our way through the stream.
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I was full of fear, he was probably scared as well, but he approached the animal, and cried to me, that I should always stay behind his back. It comes to my memory, when both of us (he was 15 or 16 back then) went for a walk and we had to pass by a bull. Father asks, puzzled, "You mean.he can do it?" The boy answers, "Till can do everything." Father thinks in disbelief, "Incredible." He is surprised to see the Moped driving away into the distance after several minutes. One of them wanted him to repair his Moped.
His father has written a book about him, there he speaks about his astonishment, that his friends confide everything in him. And it hasn't got anything to do with his job. How did they use to live back then? He sits - just like today - together with village people and listens to their dry-humoured ranting and stories. "Let's talk about the past" he would ask his father and guests in Dorfkrug (where his father lived). In the winter, long walks through the snowy landscape, with a cat cradled in his jacket, tired of jumping from hill to hill.Īnd people. In the autumn, strolling in the woods, searching for mushrooms. Sleep under the open sky listen to apples falling to the ground, ducks messing around in the pond. Already as a teenager – he would stroll through the landscape, wake up in early hours and set off to the field, to cows, with the milker. His motherland, his roots, his source of energy. This is the REAL Till Lindemann, in his mother’s words, from an article she wrote in 2008 (as translated by Iroto122): He then placed her down gently on the ground with extreme care to make sure she wouldn’t fall. His father, Werner, describes Till once running up to his Mom, and throwing her up in the air with a big, joyful grin plastered on his face (that grin we all love to see in pictures!). In some ways, he was no different than he was as a child his affinity for the outdoors, for peace and quiet, to spend time alone with only his pets for company, his love for his family – these are mentioned in everything I can find about him, and seem to be enduring traits right to the present. There are lovely insights about the sort of person Till was as a teenager, scattered throughout interviews given by his mother, Gitta, and in things written by or about his father, Werner. While this isn’t a very long time, the teen years and early twenties are often very important in the continued development of one’s character, and the choices made then impact the rest of one’s life. There is only a span of about eight years between Till’s return home after being expelled from boarding school and his swimming career in 1978, and his first foray into the music scene in about 1986. He shares very few details (just frustratingly general statements) about his life in interviews, so whether one is looking for information about his life now, or trying to find out about his past, one must become a bit of a detective.
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