Juri has left the band indefinitely to move to Mexico to eat "tortillas" and speak "Spanish" and be in "love". But he left this letter to Amsterdam, which he wrote in Italian and then translated (by himself) to English. We will miss that goblin boy.
Like every year since I live in Holland I'm touring for the all summer, it's going great, a lot of concert, miles, people, music, deserts, mountains, swamps, very hot and very cold. How is Amsterdam doing? I never sow her in the summer... for what I know everything could be happening.... maybe people run in circle naked trowing buckets of paint to each other and everybody sleep together in the spoons position at dam square while the traffic police squats houses to organize wild karaoke night to avoid getting bored since nobody cross a red light anymore because all the stop light have been kidnapped to organize a big floating light show in the canals that for the occasion have been filled with bier thanks to the generosity of Mr. Amstel and the squatters as a protest against this consumeristic act are trying to drink it all without burping and so after some hours they become inflated like balloons and they start to float in the air filling the sky of drunken lough and anarchist songs and maybe some of them will try to seduce an aereostatic balloon... I wondering what kind of creature will born from the fornication of a squatter full of bier and an aereostatic balloon with anarchist simpaty? But even harder for me to imagine is how t' hell do you put everything in order every time before I came back in town.