I got this very old and very heavy suitcase from my grandfather Boy, who got it from another family member Lorenz Meesenburg (1878-1954), a Latvian consul, who clearly traveled the world and then some with this suitcase. It’s absolutely beautiful and so full of history and soul.
I named the song Hotel Terminus after this sticker. A while ago Kristian was recording a bunch of random guitar riffs that I had on my phone, we needed something to call them, the suitcase was in the room, the sticker caught my eye and the title just stuck.
Wear and tear of the most beautiful kind.
I have a guitar riff named Bad Brambach too…