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last week (I had fallen asleep during the sad football game Stuttgart-Benfica and woke up again only when Kerner) I first consciously known as a jungle bitch become Sarah Knapp (ie the way? Well anyway, I'm going stir a finger to google for the correct spelling). On the whole, Sarah is a sad example of our strange time in which the packaging of a thing has become clearly more important than the content (and indeed in every respect). This lady has to say anything clearly, but she sits at Kerner and complains that they on television or through television or her picture on television - no matter their opinion is somehow manipulated her and was very, very bad and ill-starred. This may bear no man or elephant, and then we switched to just the ZDF, a supposedly reputable channel. And then there was her companion Jungle Indira in Mark Lanz, talking about extreme experiences and her two years at Orthodox Jews, and that they may Hebrew. And sitting next to Sarrazin.
That should make us think. There was a time in which we saw on TV for the most part intelligent people, people who because of their achievements and experience could contribute something enlightening to the burning questions of the day, or people who possessed the gift of the ordinary to put people through acting or singing a little joy or greater. Peter Alexander was one of them, Caterina Valente, of course, Milva, pen, Loriot, and Peter Frankenfeld or Harald Juhnke, before he fell hopelessly in the booze-vortex. Even smart women gave their opinion in the best talk shows, such as Alice Schwarzer. So people who had more to offer than just (operated?) Boobs and noses sliced and do not talk about it ever had, with whom and why and whatever. These people had something to offer.
Was that boring television at that time? It is often said. I do not know. On today's TV is so criticized, among other things, that always the lowest instincts and the schadenfreude will be addressed. The number of items with a hidden camera is Legion (both "Big Brother" and the jungle camp are so thoroughly in the tradition of jokes by Kurt Felix). There was the schadenfreude effect it but even before, so I would like to draw attention to a mission that there are long gone, which occurred to me but in this context and I honestly now very miss at least more than in the last 20 years.
Imagine ie before (I must above all the readers of the younger generation gently and carefully introduce to the topic, or who do not believe me), there were a game show, which tackles the essential question is that different teams compete in different cities in a kind of athletic competition is that the players
a) on a soft soap coated inclined plane
b) in absurd costumes and even more absurd footwear (usually a variant of diving fins)
c) tried a colored liquid that was in an inappropriately tank top tow to
d) was looking what to hinder the opposing team,
e) and then the remaining remnants of the colored liquid at the upper end of the inclined plane in to tilt a Plexiglas tonne
f) where the level of the liquid in the barrel of the rash on the team was allotted points
g) could set the team a wild card, gave the extra points.
Who can not imagine such a thing absurd, has never seen, "Games Without Frontiers". I believe that I have with the previously mentioned points, the essential ingredients of a typical "game without frontiers"-described competition exhaustive. "Games Without Frontiers" was an international, from € vision be registered competition (so called "little brother of the silly Euro Vision Song Contest), which could qualify in the spring in a national selection team for the city international tour. The national round was led by Erhard Keller, a venerable speed skating Olympic champion, and later moderated by Manfred Earth Berger (known among other things as long-time commentator of the Düsseldorf Rose Monday procession) and was funnier than the international because it was the afternoon played (the international rounds were held in the evening program) and we could see better in our time still black and white television, what was going on and because they knew the moderators. It was also amusing: In the national round of only two teams played each mission cities against each other, competed at the international games during six to eight teams from all participating countries.
International games were somehow wacky (I remember with horror to a so-called Interlude, which was held in the Italian Chioggia and in which any oversized forks back and forth motion. I was a few years in Chioggia, but found no survivors, could I ask to what this interlude actually went). The interlude was a really big mystery of the international round, sort of like the border point with "Tutti Frutti", but I remember that the teams were able to tap many points. It was boring because after each round in which the teams competed against each other, each team had to face this interlude. So there was at one time the first round, then Team 1 with the interlude, then yet another round, then Team 2 with the intermediate game, and so on. Therefore, "Interlude"! With the word "interlude" you could hunt and scare me away, it was almost as if the Heulboje Andrea Jürgens appeared on television. If anyone "Interlude" cried, I had to get out. I always had the image of that waving forks in the head. Frightening.
Conclusion: I call for a return of "Games Without Frontiers" to the Saturday-evening program, but please without interlude. Still prefer Sarah Knapp and Indira.
Eräuterung the photo: The image shows the international title of the program, was in England, "Games Without Frontiers", titled "It's a knockout".
