Das Vorzelt zur Hölle

"Every summer we broke with the VW bus from Munich, Neuperlach to the south, into the Jugoscorlandia or somewhere else, where there were gloomy rocks, gloomy seas, and gloomy villages with gloomy people. There was no such thing as a loo or a shower. Because my parents were not just campers. No, they were convinced Wildcamper. Giant spiders in the back seat, snakes in the drinking water tank, gigantic garbage dumps and sinking dinghies - everything was what made camping so special in the 70s. At least when you were with my parents. "