On our last vacation, we tried camping. I don't know much about camping, but I have to tell you, there are guys hanging around at this campsite. My dear man! The best are those guys. They haven't even arrived yet, they're already starting to shovel and dig around in a tent with huge shovels. They always have ten-year-old trash bags with them. One of them is wearing an FC Bayern Munich jersey and is so fat that he can't even look out of his visor anymore. And they dig for hours. They dig 1 meter deep trenches and drainages. I'll tell you something, they're building drainage systems. The Romans would have cried if they had seen that. I was just curious where I would get the wood for the train bridges. And then, watch out, here it comes. The first forest outbreak. Of course, we immediately got out of the tent and looked at what was going on with them. What can I tell you? Everything was bone dry and we were almost a soup in our tent. I'll tell you, they're assholes. And then there was one of them, a guy who couldn't do anything without commenting on it. So, now I put on my swimming trunks. So, now I take the towel. So, now I go to the sea. I'll tell you, you'd go crazy. He came up to me like a really bad pantomime. So, now I go up the stairs. So, now I go along a glass pane. Oh, now I have headwind. Horrible. I'll tell you, one of the other people on the campsite, of whom you hardly heard anything, but rather the whole time. So, now I breathe in. Now I breathe out. Now I have to cough. In the night you heard a bucket. So, now I take off my bra. So, now I take off my socks. So, now the flies are flying around. No, I couldn't stand it anymore. I went up to him and said, now listen to me, Hans Wurst, the sad one. Either you keep your stupid dirty mouth for the rest of the holiday, or I'll hit you in the face like you keep the twelve apostles for a band of robbers. I said to him. And you know what really surprised me? As a result of the fact that we were in Italy, the hospital was very clean.