Anyway, Rosamontag, the final day of the Karneval season here (which started at 11.11am on November 11th - the Germans insist everything to do with Karneval starts at a 'whacky' time, afterall, Karneval is the time for enforced jollity) there are lots of parades in the area - those in Düsseldorf and Köln are probably the largest and most well known. The parades last for hours
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Kettwig has its own little Karneval parade on the Sunday before the big ones, so that was yesterday. We'd planned to go (that is Jas & I had planned to go, Ben at 12 is too cool to be seen to be enjoying himself and Si had an invite to a football game) the Zug was from 2pm, yesterday it snowed all day, snow on top of snow and I informed Jas that there was no way she would be allowed to scrabble in the mud and slush for sweets (having just recovered from a serious bout of gastroenteritius, it seemed like a sensible precaution) so we decided to stay home and watch a film instead (with a family sized bag of maltesers (thanks mom) for company) with the proviso that I would buy her the equivalent amount of sweets that she could have got from the Karneval, except that these would be sweets of her choice.
Is this a sign of how little we've integrated into German society? That we refuse to stand in the freezing cold for 2 hours to try in vain to catch sweets that we don't particularly like? I just like to think that we're intelligent people, able to pick and choose which aspects of this society we want to get involved with and not feel the need to follow the herd - especially if it involves dressing up like a vegetable and standing around in sub zero temperatures.
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