Was the taz right when it wrote that Rocko Schamoni was "more fun than allowed in this country, and more serious than desired here"? Of course, this book is the proof. It is the memory of a youth like many had. Cows, mopeds, beer, confirmation classes, school stress, lovesickness and the deadly boredom on the flat land, the calm at the end of the terrible seventies. But then came PUNK, and PUNK also came to Schmalenstedt in Schleswig-Holstein.