Four years ago I was at the Madonna concert in Dübendorf. After that I promised myself to never ever again spend any money on this woman. The area of the Dübendorf airport is suitable for planes landing but for a concert is seemed not suitable at all. Madonna’s concert back then was sterile, boring and I only wanted to do one thing, which was to go home. Madonna did not create any atmosphere. In comparison with the Robbie Williams concert in Bern, where the singer made the stadium boil by himself and without any effects, Madonna’s production back then failed.

Coincidence wanted it that I was in the Letzigrund stadium and listed to Madonna’s new show. My expectations were at zero. But what Madonna offered in Zurich amazed and inspired me. Madonna is shocking as ever. With a dummy gun she shoots her male dancers, blood is spraying in the video, she undresses, provokes with gestures, clothing, religious and sexual symbols and on top of that the ultra-hard sound. But that is only one side. The show had an incredible dynamic, the atmosphere was fantastic, and Madonna and the audience were becoming one.
It was a big party. But not only. The entire thing got very political. On Madonna’s forearm was written in large letters Free Pussy Riot. Under her lead the same was chanted also in the stadium. She held a longer speech against discrimination and supporting freedom. All that embedded in pop music, well-thought-out, perfectly staged, exciting and dynamic. A very serious and at the same time entertaining and political concert was offered in the Letzigrund stadium.

I was amazed by the power, shape and perfectionism of this extraordinary woman. She polarises, but is very visible and has a clear opinion. I wished that more women of her age (54) would manage something like this.

I was standing in the middle of the masses close to the stage. Since I am small, I again and again had difficulties to see what I wanted. The guys in front of me were almost 2 metres tall and when they talked to each other and stuck their heads together, I could only see the sky apart from their heads. But much more annoying were the people, who fetched drinks in large half litre paper cups and then tried to squeeze through the masses. At about the middle of the concert a very tall guy of approximately 20 years came, in his hands three cups of beer. Since he did not want to spill the beer, he carried the cups at height of head. When he passed me, he stumbled and spilled a good portion from the three cups over my right side. My hair, glasses, shirt and trousers were covered with the foamy something. I did not just get a few drops but a good splash. I was appalled. I have nothing against beer but I don’t want to have it in my hair and face. He said sorry, can happen and wanted to continue squeezing through the masses. But that was not a sincere apology but more like, stupid cow, why are you standing there, your fault. That sparked such a rage in me as never before. I was not thinking anything, it just happened automatically. From the bottom up I hit the three beer cups he was carrying with my open hand. The hit did not miss its effect. Beer was splashing in all directions and left traces on his hair, face and clothes.
What did I do?, I thought and did not recognise myself. Because I don’t believe in violence. I expected that he would shout at me, I even emotionally prepared to get hit.
But nothing like that happened. He did not even look at me, turned around and disappeared in the direction where he had come from.

Reeking of beer, satisfied and enthusiastic I went home.