Watching a behind the music about Pantera, reporting on when Dimebag Barrell was killed by some insane fan,  was both a very enjoyable, addictive and utterly devastating experience. I would have never been able to see them live anyway, but still this obvious thought of impossibility just sprouted and saddened me, as much as Anselmo's demeanour and his consequent estrangement from the band. And it reminded me of someone playing Domination, whom I never heard playing live, and whom I never will hear. Thoughts on love and friendship instilled by some readings and many more stimuli and contributions to a very crowded imagery, by now, while writing an important cover letter. In German.