It was one of these foggy evenings, which makes an exciting starting point for any great story. As we opened that heavy metal door, we walked into a mysterious stairway shrouded in complete darkness. The lights of our mobile phones cut cones into the night and little dust grains were dancing in the air. By this point, we could already feel that something was special here. We opened the doors to the one and only Horst for the first time, the same doors that would be opened again and again for Vienna’s most sophisticated techno people.