At the entrance to a small dark room with irregular shape and full of various inscriptions, graffiti and suffocating smoke, my chin dropped down when I saw Ville, who on the other hand remain very much listless looking at me and my bad hair, “attractive” frog-green sweater, and my other physical and companying “advantages”. In person he is really drop dead gorgeous! Well, he is a bit skinny, but his beautiful blue-green eyes are even prettier when closer. He was wearing black from head to toe with black bandanna around his neck and black nail polish, destroyed but I suppose that’s the way it suppose to be.
Rockhaus, Salzburg_April 10, 2000