I went to bed at 10 pm on New Years Eve. Celebrations to that point had been minimal and sporadic so I decided to pack it in. I shouldn't have judged too quickly.
About 11:45, the skies opened up. Our building shook through its solid cement walls with all the sounds of a third world revolution. Normally tidy and reserved Germans were running through the streets of our neighborhood screaming, drinking and lighting off every firework imaginable.
Pretty much everyone but us was out there. This disturbed Piper most of all. She hates to miss a party. She's already planning next year... we will definitely get with the program, then.
On Thursday, morning, the streets were covered with fireworks residue and alcohol bottles. It looked like New Orleans on the day after Mardi Gras. This is rather remarkable since the whole thing happened in less than 45 minutes (OK, the Italians who live below us were up partying for the rest of the night but still...). The trash is quite disturbing since Germany is normally so garbage obsessed. The systems here to deal with receiving, accounting for and disposing of trash astound my tiny engineer brain. I'm going to go check the shed for alien pods just to be sure.
I have a new camera so photo quality should improve.
2 days til we leave to go skiing.
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OK - intense sarcasm here - WHAT photo quality???? Haven't seen any lately ;-) Nudge, nudge, wink, wink. Seriously, grainy or otherwise, ANY photos will be welcome...as would a street address or some such for sending the occasional this that or other...
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