This title of Jochen Malmsheimer's new program goes back to Simon Bolivar, who, if you want to believe the internet - and far too many people do - lived with Jean Paul Sartre for a long time. Or perhaps it was Simone Signoret who lived with Sartre.
Or Sartre lived alone, but constantly in the boudoir. Or perhaps Sartre didn't live with anyone, except perhaps a Beaujolais and a few chips. Gitanes. Who can say? And, above all, why?
Thereare no elands, bromeliads or other sweet grasses in this morning-empty but evening-long program because they are, quite rightly, strictly protected.
In addition to all sorts of other peculiarities, the program deals with the fundamental fallacy of cycling, the rarity of art, its mysterious relationship to the moon and other big and medium-sized questions, and does so very rigorously. But as always and everywhere, the same applies here: Only the wind knows what really happens!
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