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Learn to Fly.  Travel Europe with my soulmate.  Sleep on top of the Eiffel Tower.  Wake up naked in a Greek truckstop. Tell a gondolier my life story in Venice.  Ask his.  Swing dance on the Leaning Tower of Pisa.  Tell Moscow "good morning".  Smile. Learn the waltz.  Perform a valse in the Himalayas.  The Swiss Alps.  Nepal.  Pretend the sky has a second job as a ballroom.  Befriend a star. Climb Mt Everest.  Jump off. Survive.  Throw a snowball at my past regrets.  Laugh. Learn

Chapter 11: Bittersweet madness Bill Kaulitz hated the darkness. Not that he was afraid of it. It rather got on his nerves. He was loosing the track of time. At the beginning he tried to count the seconds- Fail. Give me hand grenades…Give me razor blades….Give me anything to make the pain go away Bill Kaulitz missed the light. The life. And it was cold in his basement. Funny, his basement. It belonged to him, it was his own little private hell…   Cause these pills don't work..Sometimes they make it worse..And now I'm slowly going down the fucking drain Bill Kaulitz tried everything to keep his sanity. He lost so much, s