Jungle camp: Queric not at all firm – from swatting to atonement

TV review

Jungle camp, day 11
Queric doesn’t stand firm at all: When meager beans come into the tin bowls, he buckles

When you return to the jungle camp after a week, after 7 (in words – seven) days of normal life, with appendicitis, spinach experiments and snack withdrawal, you feel like a parent who is back after a long weekend the Sturmfrei kids open in their home booth. After five in the jungle, folks, what’s going on here? Who screwed up the shithouse like that? Why is the good frying pan rusted? Why is the man with the telegraph pole tattoo on his cheek swearing and who saw off the hammock cord?

There is a tidy atmosphere around the campfire, the need for talks is in the red, everyone is at a loss, restless and above all: without food. Without supper, the gang had stumbled into the dormitories, and only because Eric Stehfest shied away from the jungle test like Black Beauty shied away from the double oxer. Linda, already hypoglycemic by nature, rattled an analysis telegram into the ether – “selfish, ruthless, just shit” – Eric was a “ticking time bomb”. Filip needed a little longer, couldn’t sit properly and had to get some fresh air, what a brainwave.

With the mood is also the hammock on the floor

Tina tried to have a conversation, as did Harald, none of it was fruitful. When at some point in the background Eric’s hammock rips along with him inside, it becomes clear again: Karma is an old chameleon. But it should take a while until the whole thing is cleared up. While Linda is still blustering about his “hatred of profiling”, the said man sits there, building a rose in a kind of bush macrame, or alternatively a kebab skewer, while small stone towers are piled up around him, as you would otherwise like to see in American serial killer series sees at the crime scene.

When the meager beans are finally distributed in the tin bowls, Mr. Stehfest has had enough of the abuse test and puts his heads together with Harald Glööckler. The self-proclaimed icon had probably spoiled Eric’s anger, casually saying in some whispered talk that you shouldn’t “believe a word” of him, that he was just talking “nonsense” anyway. This, in turn, triggered all the trauma of trust in Eric, who was not quite so mentally stable. In addition, there was the food shortage, which reminded him of his junkie days. It used to be all about the drugs, now it’s all about the fodder, from crystal meth to ground onion. Obsessed with food, Eric’s diagnosis, which sounded a bit like the prequel to Charming Gut.

Suddenly everything real

So the fuck-off was followed by atonement, a remorseful grace, which was received very benevolently by the group, at least skeptically by Filip, but with a handshake. Eric then the statesman: “There are many prejudices about the jungle too: everything is fake and stuff. Now I really know that it’s all real and truthful. You are real people. I think that’s pretty strong.” So should we have clarified that? That Glööckler, who was very approachable for a short time in the reconciliation clinch with Eric, did not explain a word why he had said the nonsense thing at all – so what. We won’t let the beautiful story be ruined by reality.

In general reality: The overtaken Anouschka felt several hours in the form of a frying pan. The good piece had already started to rust and had become largely unusable. A circumstance that particularly upset Linda, who kept getting choleric about the wrong care methods, with a metal sponge, you have to imagine, near Apoplex. In West and East, rust on all pans, for Anouschka a relapse into the faeces of the previous week: “stinky shit” and “giant shit”, all that.

Ham-ham instead of hunger strike

With a view to the jungle test, however, only a quiet fart in the night wind, because the “Lokus Pokus” that Filip was dealing with here turned out to be a satanic cesspool. If ever the K-word was appropriate for anything, it was for that underworld Sodom and Gomorrah. But Filip also proved to be impressively resilient in the face of crocodile, poop and cockroaches, I almost wrote, i.e. a tough kookie and got eight out of eight stars. So the hunger pangs from the day before were followed by delicious ham-ham, and of course they were also voted out at the end. Tina Ruland will have to undress and will soon be able to sizzle her breakfast egg in stainless steel again. Enjoy the meal.