The possible future perspectives of the son of a stationmaster: the praise of pure madness. I am six years old and I’m chasing a train. If I can catch it, I’ll be murdered by the time I’m fifty. If I don’t run fast enough I’ll fall out of a hospital window when I’m sixty.
Grand Prix at Brussels Festival 1984
Grand Prix at Clermont-Ferrand Festival 1985

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