In the year of the Devil 1998 (3 x 666 = 1998) Benedict Klintworth was swollen out of the river Rhine on the shores of Düsseldorf in the former Prussian territories. From the first breath he made it was clear that he was meant to become The (sic!) Agent Provocateur Philosophique of the 21. and probalby last century of Mankind. In a totally irresponsible manner, and against any suggestions of major parenting guides, he received his first Tube TV at the age of four, obviously without any restrictions when it came to content. When young Klintworth realised that that he was more scared by children's movies and cartoons then by 80's Slashers or swedish black & white films in which the personification of Death plays chess against Max von Sydow, he knew: (imagine a strong german accent) I WANT TO DO THE THING WITH THE MOVING IMAGES.