The SZ correspondent in Baden-Württemberg is so soaking wet during a visit to the theater at Hohenzollern Castle that she decides to rewrite the famous Hamlet monologue. Three anecdotes from Swabia, Bavaria and Austria.
In the middle of … Hohenzollern Castle
Illustration: Marc Herold
A dark storm wall is approaching Hohenzollern Castle. Plastic chairs have been set up in the courtyard because a British theater company has invited guests to a guest performance in the open air. Accompanied by the rumble of thunder, but dry, Hamlet made it through his famous monologue, now it’s pouring. “To stay, or not to stay?” – that is the question now. But without discussion, the actors and the audience agree that a little storm cannot be the end of this evening. Everyone is looking for protection while the lightning flashes around the castle hill. Then it goes on. What does it matter that the rain turns the costumes dark and the wetness gradually creeps under the rain ponchos in the audience? In the end, the audience has wrinkled hands but euphoria on their faces. Finally theater again! Claudia Henzler
In the middle of … Poing
Illustration: Marc Herold
Was in the garden market some time ago, on offer: Oleander, Italy camping feeling for 11.99 euros. Some people can’t stop themselves with handbags, some can’t with sports shoes, and some just go nuts with outdoor plants. So three oleander bushes rustle in the shopping cart. They all look the same with their tiny buds, but the labels promise a diverse, delicate bloom, white, yellow, salmon pink. When paying again about the colors, “trust us,” says the cashier. A few weeks later the salmon-colored oleander opens its bright pink flowers, a little later it shimmers pink in the yellow bush. If the white one is still missing, it needs an extra load of fertilizer. But now it has blossomed, in … tata: White. What a surprise! Nadeschda Scharfenberg
In the middle of … Kufstein-Kiefersfelden
Illustration: Marc Herold
Border control. Cars with Austrian license plates are ignored, the Germans have to stop. Of course you were prepared for it. You are almost a little happy. Feel like at a ticket inspection again, then it’s vacation. You turn the music down much too early, vaccination cards and immigration forms are ready in cling film. One last, rather fun look at your own person, which will certainly be valid for another 15 years. Oops, expired. Just stay cool now, nobody will notice. Then it’s show time. The friend behind the wheel closes the window. “Where should we go?” Asks the man in uniform. She answers correctly, but perhaps a little vaguely: “To Austria.” Then the border official: “Welcome to Austria.” In any case, nobody was interested in the expired person. Julian Erbersdobler