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I enter ze corridor … (The residents of Cologne we are talking about here don’t speak genuine German either, and certainly not during Carnival, which may be due to alcohol, but not only. Translator’s note) … behind ze stage of ze Stunksitzung. Ze Funkenmariechen are gone, ze last little bouquet has been thrown, ze last fanfare has faded, all ze booze-casualties have been collected und handed in at ze coat check. (It’s the aftermath of a big stage show during the carnival, with young women dancing in traditional costumes, while the celebrating Jecken remain blissfully oblivious to the inherent objectification. Translator’s note).
Ze revelers have vunce again really let rip: ze Cologne camarilla, ze Euro misery, ze stock market debahkull, ze climate catastrophe, all ze crises in ze Middle und Far East simultanuhsly, ze millions of starving tykes around ze vorld…
Boy, did ve laugh!
Cologne Carnival: 