99 Luftballoons / Nena

12-06
I am on the side of Lake Leman, the French for Lake Geneva. This on the same walkman, the stainless steel one. I tell them, the French kids, what she’s saying – from German to English, then from English to French.

Je pense a toi/ je le laisse voler. Je le lache.

This is what we’ve waited for, this is it boys, this is war.

1984, so it seems possible that we might not in fact make it through that summer. We might not ever be 22, much less 30. I might never make it here. There’s Francoise, and Sandrine and Isabelle

I think of you and let it go