Gitta Lindemann - Article about Till part 3 last

Then we have to make our way through the stream. He places a desk across, and helps me to the other side.
Since recently, five generations would  gather around the table. He picks up his Grandmother in a wheel-chair with his car, feeds her. Her great-grandson climbs up on her knees. Family Day. His Backing.
Just like the nature. He walks under the white sky along the see and tells us staggering things. He knows the majority of the countries in the world, and they know him. When I was in Moscow, lots of young men wanted to shake hands with me, for I was "Rammstein Mutter", and one man in my age expressed his admiration for  the uniqueness of the band.  
In Mexico it's no different from Tokio, Rio, Manchester of Budapest. He relives it.  But nothing can compare th the sight of  mecklenburgian Sunrise in the middle of the moors, - he sais -as you observe a couple of deers coming out from the bushes, and listen to all sorts of animals noises, breaking through the silence.

I love to spend time with him – just like many other people. And it hasn't got anything to do with his fame.  Every  once in a while I muse in my thoughts: „What a man!"
If I weren't his own Mother,  I would love to become friends with him.