I went to stay with him in Berlin for 3 weeeks in Sept 1974 and had the best holiday of my life up to that point.

I met Norbert in London when he came over from Berlin for a summer holiday. Within two days Norbert told me that he had fallen completely in love with me and we spent most of his three week holiday together.

He was able to speak fairly good English and I greatly enjoyed the time we spent together exploring London. I was manager of the Island Records shop in the famous Kings Road, Chelsea at this time so was able to adjust my working day to accommodate some sightseeing.

I was very sad when Norbert had to leave London at the end of his holiday. We promised to write to each other but I didn't hold out a lot of hope. Its been my experience that people often say things when they are on holiday that they have no intention of fulfilling once they arrived back on their own familiar territory. If I'd learned anything over the last few years it was that I couldn't really trust anyone.

Unfortunately he does not write or read in English so when we communicated over the years I had to learn to write in German. Norbert gave me this pic to remind me of him when he returned to Berlin. He wrote on the back of it: