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One of these days I will make a post about how Star Wars has totally taken over our life. But now we have an antidote! Only I'm not too sure how much better up we're with this - for the antidote is Karl May. Or, more precisely: a ridiculously cut audio play of Der Schatz im Silbersee (um - The treasure of Lake Silver?? Does anyone outside the German speaking realm even know of Karl May, purveyor of ridiculously plotted and incredibly slashy adventure novels?).
It's a tape original from the stores of Grouch's childhood treasures. We listened to it on heavy rotation on the way to and from new year vacation. The children have learnt interesting new vocabulary: Hostage. To gag someone. Stake. (Luckily they cut the scene where Cornel Brinkley gets his ears cut off - I approve, even if this makes quite the rough jump from "Old Firehand floored him with the butt of his rifle" to "amongst those who could escape was Brinkley, once again" only two sentences later.)
Back home, they have transformed their suitcase to a canoe, Precious threatens to zap everybody with his toy gun (don't ask), he produces masses of self-made 9,000 $ notes (because Engineer Petterson was robbed of 9,000 $...) - and he drives me crazy. By mishearing Old Firehand for Holz Firehand (meaning: Wood...). "Mum, who was it with Holz Firehand again?" (The other ever recurring question is after the guy with the two guns and one of them is the miracle gun...)
Winnetou did not make any impression at all. Again, I blame the chromosomes. But am still delighted that this part of most beloved literature has taken seed. And take the good opportunity to brush up on 319 pages of incredible meetings in the Wild Wild West. :)
It's a tape original from the stores of Grouch's childhood treasures. We listened to it on heavy rotation on the way to and from new year vacation. The children have learnt interesting new vocabulary: Hostage. To gag someone. Stake. (Luckily they cut the scene where Cornel Brinkley gets his ears cut off - I approve, even if this makes quite the rough jump from "Old Firehand floored him with the butt of his rifle" to "amongst those who could escape was Brinkley, once again" only two sentences later.)
Back home, they have transformed their suitcase to a canoe, Precious threatens to zap everybody with his toy gun (don't ask), he produces masses of self-made 9,000 $ notes (because Engineer Petterson was robbed of 9,000 $...) - and he drives me crazy. By mishearing Old Firehand for Holz Firehand (meaning: Wood...). "Mum, who was it with Holz Firehand again?" (The other ever recurring question is after the guy with the two guns and one of them is the miracle gun...)
Winnetou did not make any impression at all. Again, I blame the chromosomes. But am still delighted that this part of most beloved literature has taken seed. And take the good opportunity to brush up on 319 pages of incredible meetings in the Wild Wild West. :)
