Our friendship was like he was a brother. He was another German immigrant that had to survive in this asphalt jungle. He was such a character, complained a lot...nothing was going right: his sex life, his love life, his business.... That was Klaus Sperber. When he became Nomi, he shed Klaus Sperber. Actually I didn’t quite know what the transformation was all about because it was constant. The only reference I had was myself: I had been given a stage name at some point in my career and whenever I went outside, I guess I became that person, but behind closed doors I was still Gabriele. But Klaus never became Klaus Sperber again.