The birth of cream8
I was drifting in the summer of 1992. There was no solution to the question that is life. Neither professionally, as I was struggling in my studies, nor artisticly - which had been my Plan B - as I simply did not see any progress. Henning, the other half of TSU!, had left to work in another city .The attempts on a steady relationship in my personal life had not worked out. Basically I was alone and adrift. There was nothing to look forward to and the money ran low too. I went into the university-bookstore and checked their english-language books. Then this was something special and they did not have more that 50 paperbacks, in a cellar, somewhere in the back (Nohl in Weidenau!). Basically I was looking for new and undexplored sf and f books and one cought my eye. It was Rupert Thomson's "The Five Gates of Hell". I have no idea why I bought it, because there is basically nothing fantastic about it. Maybe it was the shining turquoise cover, maybe the title. In the summer ...