The calendar imposes its dictatorship upon us and reminds us exactly one year ago, a day like yesterday, a day like today, we had Tokio Hotel in "our home." Moving along roads that we use many times, sleeping in hotels which we have passed a thousand times through the door; and ultimately making a visit through that site which isn’t very "hot", but remains seared in our memory.After the concerts there usually seems to linger, that -- bittersweet sadness contained, that confusion for what’s been lived. A waterfall of emotions difficult to explain to those who aren’t on the "inside". It is almost impossible to explain the feeling of well being, directly transmitted by one of "ours." You, who read me, know better than anyone what I mean. You who read me, know that even today, 12 months since then, you still think from time to time that perhaps -- you should have worked a bit harder to go to another "date" in the "Tour" rather than buying different editions of "Humanoid", knowing that, that purchase, could have been done later. But, a "date" on the Tour is irretrievable.
We are eager to mark new dates on the calendar in the next Tour, to be able to live mornings at the doors of the hotel, running through the halls, feeling the heart pound its beat at the base of our throat when the Intro of the concert begins. To live once more, that intimate feeling that we have, when we think that one or another member has set his sight for a few moments -- on us, to feel alive in a state of total unison, to receive Tokio Hotel in our "home" again.
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