Also known as Carnival. Boy, do I hate that!
Ahead of me lies almost one week of madness and - since I am living in Aachen -
I am in one of its epicentres. This Thursday (referred to as "Weiberfastnacht"
or "Fettdonnerstag" which is "mardi gras" in French) it all begins. At 10 in
the morning I already heard the first beer-corpses stumbling and yelling around
town. Each carnival session (and that's a scary figure), several hundred people
have to be reanimated by the ambulance due to excessive alcohol consumption. I
really hope this year's figures will hit a new all-time high. I have some hope
since temperatures are close to freezing so maybe that'll help a little.
Too bad I can't really escape it. My appartment is in the geographical centre
of Aachen, between the cathedral and the old town hall. The big carnival tent
is erected below my windows and in a couple of hours I'll be tormented by
If you think of Carnival as something happening in Venice or Rio, don't think
any farther. German Carnival bears no ressemblance to that. It's an event
without even a fraction of style or brain.