I remember a time when I was youth, some years ago only. Noble, vibrantly powerful, fun, and proud of Asian Khan and Tuareg descent. I liked to visit Move - Club each Saturday for 5'o'clock tea, to enjoy. When I was around fifteen, I developed an idea remembering my biodaddy Otti's words. I focused on the problem on how to help and support young musicians of African desecent living in this world, coming where those whose parents were d'accord to pay them holidays and let them stay alone in Vienna, Europe. We simply cared as telling they would live with Otti's children. I had been learning classical guitar for eight years already, I was singing in the school choire in soprano 1, and loved muzak. My concept was to speak with each musician, to realize what he or she could do using their incredible talents, and find modes how they could get on. This work included to call freinds and managers, labels by the help of biodaddy Otti's Jazz musicians conncetions. It was very nice then to realize, that some highly talented guys cam to the club. Nowadays, I feel relaxed and experienced enough to tell their start - up stories. Maybe I find some old fotos with friends.