Then I visited him in Blankenese - in this atelier-living-freezing-den-o’-thieves…
It was very late at night, and lasted until 4 the next morning.

(Janssen sat at) … a huge work table with ashtray, cigarette, coffee cup with ashes put into it, soap cleanser as artistic material, a mountain of paper and – fireworks.

And I always thought, for God’s sake, the man is drunk, he’s smoking, there are fireworks, and maybe 500 of his works.

If he torches everything here at night, then he’ll immediately do the same to the whole house - and himself with it. Good heavens.