Our small resort on the Mediterranean is quite delightful. A Templar castle graces the harbor. The town is surrounded by the slopes of the Pyrenees, where flowers for thousands of years of winemaking. Prints by Matisse, which has set the Government throughout the winding streets, to remember that this place once inspired the Fauves. Today achieve here untalented wives of tycoons and other adventurers together. Make sure their galleries that the town in brochures and travel guides can act as artists'.
at our beach in calm, a mild September sun warmed pleasant bay there is perfect peace. Two or three couples in love, and a few seniors lying motionless on her towel. If someone can summon the energy to dabble in a little water, follow the beach had remained banned any Movement. New twists of the bath, they comment on stealthily for the partner. Even the children seem to play a sound.
And then it comes: A large German family. Grandfather, grandmother, father, mother, daughter and son. And if that demographic after forty years of decline not already sensational enough, it would have the six apparently made the task of making the territory as its own and the Mediterranean to demonstrate publicly that Germany has made big, strong and sometimes dangerous: accuracy, organizational skills and perfect preparation.
The troops with luggage in a volume with him when they wanted the roof rack loaded for several weeks visiting family in South East Anatolia. First, it uses part of the material brought to the house to build a multi-generation. could be on his head a cap with neck protection, which would be suitable for desert expeditions, the father proposes assisted by his grandfather and the adolescent son of a tent in which each sand storm was observed. The fine adjustment is based on predictions of the fiercely contested further course of the sun. At the end throws the mother of a family of her husband in a tearful voice injustice. He has expressed a desire to catch at least a sideways glance at a view of the sea, into account when building in any way. Before the astonished eyes of the swimmers are surrounding the family, an addition and begins anew.
When the tent is finally, the changing rooms after the German ceremony begins: you get a bath towel wraps around the hips, the pants can discreetly slip into the sand and then rises in the trunks as possible without the towel too much air. Although great care in this last step, my colleague Christian Schreiber was after this procedure on an American beach once before the arrest. But first, we are not here in America, and secondly, that our heroes long since perfected the method. The supposed bath towel is actually like a rock cut and Elastic fitted. No laborious tying of knots on the hip, be resolved at the end but again only and require difficult balancing acts to preserve the surrounding swimmers before the uninvited appearance of male nudity. No high fishing swimming trunks with one hand while the other desperately holding together the ends of the bath towel. Instead, says our father's dressing room just over the head to the hips, where it is located now safe until he is wearing his bathing suit.
grandpa works for the relocation a bit less inventive, but similarly effective with a longer T-shirt. When he was finally in his boxer shorts, swimsuit with dark red and green plaid stands there, he sets out on such a wide-brimmed Triumph Raider Hotzenplotz cap. The invitation to the bath, he refuses at first. First he has to smear still, he taught the booming beach. Then he makes a good mood with a sun protection factor of 45 to work.
The women lie grumbled in their tents. Father makes out with his son on his way. In slippers understood because the beach is pebbles and who would voluntarily endure such pain. You go surfing, thought the treasure. I type rather hearty anchovy fishing.
After the men are marched off to submit to the tumult, and the surrounding swimmers have their heads back exhausted on the beach towel . Fall
for the treasure and me it's time to move on and look for new adventures. Such a spectacle we have not offered again.
