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Small Village, Big Parade

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Snow is colder

It’s carnival season German style. Colorful garb, musical cacophonies, flying candy and fist fulls of confetti tossed not only prettily into the air above the heads of parade viewers, nay … sometimes this vile paper pretty is tossed directly, deliberately  into the faces of the public, sometimes even savagely massaged into the hair and down the necks of the now hapless parade visitors. Some of these are even dragged from the relative obscurity of the side of the route into the middle of the action where they are ganged upon by members of the carnival cliques and suffer unspeakable carnival mayhem.

This being Rose Montag (Rose Monday), revelers take to the carnivalized streets celebrating something I understand little about. Here in Baden Wuertemberg is it also known as Fastnacht.

This little village I live in posted signage last week announcing road/street closures for today and when I asksed I was told about the carnival parade. The day is also taken off by many of the celebrants. I too had it off.

Warm up music blasted through and between the buildings of this downtown village style neighborhood and that made any sane calm thought to naught. So I decided to join the curious and hangers on. And now I have a badge as proof of my admission payment of 2Euros. I paid to be entertainingly molested by noise, color and bands of wild celebrants, most comfortably anonymous behind carved wooden masks or cheaper yet convincing synthetic copies of these cultural works of art and ancient master pieces of the season.

Below is a selection of todays ribald and raucous celebrations played out by seasoned characters, long versed and immersed in the local customs of the various cliques, groups of celebrants.

 

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Quote for this Day

“The true man wants two things: danger and play. For that reason he wants woman, as the most dangerous plaything.”
Friedrich Nietzsche, German philosopher, lyricist (1844 – 1900)

Sleeping Bag Bobs Rude Awakening …

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A sweet cool summer morning light finds Sleeping Bag Bob asleep in the forest

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Sasquatch Bill gives Sleeping Bag Bobs' sleeping bag a gentle tug

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Sleeping Bag Bob senses something not quite right near his feet

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Sleeping Bag Bob freaks out when he sees Sasquatch Bill

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Sasquatch Bill tried to calm Sleeping Bag Bob

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Sleeping Bag Bob is not calm at all and begins to scramble awkwardly away

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Sasquatch Bill plays along and shakes sleeping bag Bob from his bag

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Sasquatch Bill is bewildered by Sleeping Bag Bobs' sudden and hysteric departure

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Sasquatch Bill checks out the yellow and black thing he found on the ground

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Sasquatch Bill still does not yet really like the humans in his backyard

This is not a real event, never was. Totally imagined and depicted as such. Enjoy your time the bush. Keep an eye open.

Note: all photos in this fake sasquatch tale are real and copyright myron unrau©
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