Return Of The Muff
we all finally on the events in Heidelberg last weekend.
sure I should write a text that should be read to take five minutes, so I set to work.
An order ... what is just in my posture is moved to a certain pragmatism. Accordingly, on a given topic was "last words" a text that I thought he would correspond broadly with the requirements ... according to the specification I had given up in any explicit form, and rely on stylistic details and the punch line. The result was a bit boring ... and thus probably quite SWR2 compatible. After all, we were dealing here with culture.
I would rather have taken one of my former Slam texts some of which were also tried and tested stage already ... But first, it appeared to me as too risky, second, they are nice to me, about my rights to be assigned to the SWR (which I, in the case of "last words" not very itchy).
So start at the Berlin Hauptbahnhof in the ICE to Mannheim. This again a close encounter of the third kind were sitting diagonally behind me from actually two angejahrte village valances-hard to believe but true-Leimersheim, which is about pi times wegbefindet Thumb 20 miles from my home village and exchanged the whole way long from gossip.
What you always wanted to know about Läämersche, but never dared to ask: here I found it. De Willi, Eiischeen de, de Karl-Heinz. Unn the Dochder, wu at creating de BARMER, awwer ore Kinner educates nit.
How can you be beaten five and a half hours of such stupidity, without melting that one's brain? It was phenomenal.
Finally arrived in Heidelberg, I took a taxi to the hotel, which had prepared the SWR for us, and was received by my parents, with whom I had arranged a meeting.
You can tell that one is old himself when his own father for the first time in 25 years re-grow a full beard and this can no longer dark brown, but oscillates between ash and snow-white, and thus once again demonstrated is that the old gentleman has long been not only on paper, a pensioner, but now also beginning to look like one.
went
After checking into the hotel to the briefing ... It was supposed to be a radio Slam, with two shows à five people.
sat So every ten participants, including staff organization in a basement room of the German-American Institute and learned what was expected of them half way, and yet in (subjective) rather cramped atmosphere.
Somehow I felt as early as hind foot: which is nothing.
Shortly after that we ate in a restaurant for dinner and went back to the hotel again, for the records the two programs should begin by 20 clock 30 (as far as I remember correctly).
Since it was already 17 clock 15, I thought to call another friend to ask how the FCK had played against Schalke.
"5-0" was it a flat voice from the handset.
"Shit, 5-0 for Schalke?" I cried out in horror to the phone (given the fact of it was absolutely, totally against Schalke to go swimming).
"No, for us," ... it still came back flatly. "I think I'm dreaming the grade."
Well, so my evening was saved ... similar (pathos mode) Siegfried after bathing in the dragon's blood, I felt armed against all odds, want to come there, a brazen glittering sign during the march through the surging whistling a jealous audience (pathos mode) ... ah yes.
We had won 5-0, I could spoil the evening any more. Not even a rain of shit.
Well, the FCK had won, and I was sent on to lose 5-0, and specifically with a certain vehemence.
Five volunteers from the audience could rate the following presentations, similar to figure skating with a scale of 1-10.
I came in the second round ... drn The first round deservedly won the writers Martin Arndt, whose story first appeared to me but a little too surreal, even though it was stylistically brilliant, but which, with its addition, which could give the winner as a kind of reward for the good, could finally win me over.
According to his testimony, it was the start of a novella, which he probably mess around some time ... and after the lecture, one can only hope that he finishes soon and published. For me the most convincing text of the evening.
As I have said that I would have a hard time. Had I known what would have been possible, I would have made another text ... I was allowed in the second program with a history, which consisted primarily of the hope of igniting Pointe (but for a Slam was quite dry), compete including the reigning champion.
And I realized quickly that I had caught the group of death: were the first five judges from the well-hundred-strong audience quite stingy been with the dot award (not even Martin von Arndt abolished the 40 - point barrier) that I had in my group after the first two contributions can go home already.
43 and 46 points were in the room when I entered the stage with my story, hoping to beat at least 30 points.
The moderator interviewed me briefly, I was in the spotlight and had to find access to a text that interested me even as the author hardly give a damn to him adequately carried forward.
I think I managed ... but the audience, at least the part that was responsible for the evaluation, I was not convinced yet.
the end I was standing with 27 points, well down on the last rank, and was angry about it, written not just to have my usual nonsense. The
would at least have been funny.
There were only two consolation (Trost consolation?): That the winner (whose name I have forgotten, cough) had won well deserved, and even the reigning champion narrowly defeated ... and an approximately 18 year old girl who sat behind me in the audience, tapped me and said that had her and her clique I get 9 points, they would have been jury.
Well ... Heidelberg me because for various reasons, not great for going out is irritating and I was also tired, I went to the hotel and fell asleep watching television.
What a eventful day ended so glumpfig-peaked, as it seemed to him appropriate.
Who is my defeat will listen anyway, if only because it my failure an inner pretzel festival is (greetings to the commentator of the anonymous Knetköpfen):
in February to SWR2 Radio Slam, detailed data determined the Internet refer to.
I hear even do not even Bronkowitz radio on, so I've got to Security to do something better times.
But, dear readers: for Any feedback I would be very grateful.
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