Endless series-“Bergdoktor” on ZDF: The urine bag is a star

Mascha moved to Tyrol. Mascha is Johanna’s sister and my sister -in -law. And since blood is thicker than water and family, we visit you in your new home. Because she does not yet have its own apartment, but only a kind of maiden room, we have rented a holiday apartment in Ellmau.

“Ellmau,” says Katrin, a Berlin girlfriend. “It’s with the Wilder Kaiser.”

“That’s right,” I say.

“The Bergdoctor” is shot. “

I flog with my shoulders. “Can be.”

The wild emperor is a mountain massif and the namesake for the region. “The mountain doctor” a television series that has previously passed me. Until now. Because she seems to be a huge thing here. Our innkeeper put us a 64-page brochure as a greeting: »Vacation as in the film. Guest in the home of the mountain doctor «. I leaf through it a little. There is a large “mountain doctor” round to the most important locations. There is a Gruberhof round. There is a tractor ride, an e-bike lived tour, a Segway film tour, a winter hike and a horse-drawn carriage ride. And that’s just an extract.

“Do you know the” mountain doctor “?” I ask Johanna.

“Not really. But that will change with this vacation. “

The next day, a hike is on the program. We open with the first light. Mascha has taken himself free and plays a foreign guide for us. She is now a locals. After we made a lot of vertical meters and enjoyed fabulous views, we reach the neighboring village of Ellmau in a large loop in the afternoon.

“Going,” says Johanna. “Horny name.”

»Going crazy«, sage ich.

»Going wild«, sagt Johanna.

“Easy going.” I point to my feet that are in trekking shoes.

“Everything is going.” Johanna points to her shoes.

“You are pretty silly,” says Mascha.

Are we, of course, but we found our vacation word. This is always a little moment of happiness. Sometimes we only find it at the end of a vacation. Today we fell like a ripe fruit in our lap. It’s going. It runs with us. On the church square we and Mascha switch to the tour guide mode.

»There you can see one of the most photographed motifs from the› Bergdoktor ‹: the inn› Wilder Kaiser ‹. All outdoor shots are taken here. The location for the interior shots is the Föhrenhof in Ellmau. This is near your accommodation. Incidentally, the ›Wild Kaiser‹ is not a restaurant in real life, but a normal house. «

In the evening I go online to find out more. A quick look shows: “The mountain doctor” is a rabbit hole in which it is easy to disappear.

In addition to us, there are only four other tourists on the church square. There is not much going on. That will be the cold. My beard is frozen by my breath and cracks when talking. Johanna stands in front of the “wild emperors”, waves me in her arm and we make Ussies. Mascha, of course, could have photographed us, but USSie’s scraping more.

“If you’Re going to San Francisco, don’t forget to put some flowers in your hair,” says Johanna, choking her lips into a duck face.

»And if you’re going to Going, don’t forget to have some Bergdoktor in your heart«, sage ich.

We send the pictures to Katrin to Berlin.

“There is a spring history story for this place,” says Mascha when we are finished with photography. “It is not in any travel guide.”

A spring summer story.

“Shoot off,” says Johanna.

“As soon as the temperatures allow it, an old man is sitting here. He is pushed to the sun by his nurse. She parks his wheelchair there between the benches. Sometimes he sits there all afternoon. On the left side of his wheelchair, his urine bag hangs clearly visible. At first it is empty. He fills up with the spread of time. “

Mascha takes a little break.

“He is satisfied, I think,” she says. “He holds his face in the sun and enjoys what is left of his retirement.”

I look around. He lives in one of the houses.

“Spring and summer is high season,” Mascha continues. “There are not only a handful of people on the pitch, but entire bus loads. All take photos. And he is sitting there. In the middle of the hustle and bustle. Sits there and holds his face in the sun while the tourists rinse it like excited fish. “

I see him in front of me. The pee in his urine bag is definitely dark yellow. Old people always drink too little. Like me. Without knowing him, he is immediately sympathetic to me.

“He has to be in thousands of photos,” says Johanna.

“His urine bag too.”

Mascha nods. “A miracle that he has not yet gone viral.”

»Photobombing without moving«, sage ich.

“Maybe he has his breakthrough this spring,” says Johanna.

“I don’t hope,” says Mascha. “I like it flies under the radar.”

In the evening in our accommodation I go to the Internet to find out more about the “mountain doctor”. A quick look shows: “The mountain doctor” is a rabbit hole in which you can easily disappear if you are not careful. Under the reasonably harmless Wikipedia surface, it goes down rapidly without warning. Fan clubs, fan forums, fan meetings, fanfiction. Podcasts, relay synopsic, merchandising. And of course photos without end. On average, almost five million viewers see a “mountain doctor” episode, I learn. In addition, there are another 2.5 million calls in the media library.

I overturn it briefly. That is more than a hundred sold -out football stadiums. I see the flat, thin-populated Brandenburg with its huge former LPG fields in front of me. And then the football stadiums.

“Johanna,” I say. »Over a hundred football stadiums, filled up to the edge with› Berg Doctor ‹viewers. With every single episode. Imagine that. “

Johanna sees her book. “Are you trying to understand the world with football analogies again?”

“You can’t understand the world otherwise.”

I spend half the night on the net and at breakfast I report Johanna from my dives to the “Bergdoktor” universe. Even if Mascha shakes his head and rolls the eyes, we book the five-hour “mountain doctor” winter hike. At every filming location we make Ussies and send Katrin, which you immediately embroidered with exclamation marks and heart emojis. Finally, we stop in the Föhrenhof, where there are very delicious cheese spaetzle. We buy a “mountain doctor” cup, a “mountain doctor” magnet and “mountain doctor” plaster. Neither Johanna nor I have seen a episode of the “mountain doctor”, but now feel like experts.

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On our last evening there is an episode on TV. I am very excited. After ten minutes, however, I have to find that I am not part of the target group. No spark jumps over. My heart is not flamed.

It was actually clear. It hurts anyway.

I would have loved to loved him that Dr. Martin Gruber. It sounds stupid, but I feel like a swindler. As if I had played feelings that don’t exist. But that’s not the case. There is something.

Johanna feels my tornness. “Hey,” she says, stroking my arm.

“Why is love sometimes so complicated?” I ask.

On television, the “Wilder Kaiser” inn is shown in a great recording. Johanna also sees the screen.

“Every little thing thing is going Be alright,” she quotes slightly modified Bob Marley.
I think of spring summer history and give Johanna a kiss. She is right. Every little thinge is going Be alright. After all, there is always a happy ending for home films.