It’s been a while I haven’t really had an idea what I could publish on this site.
But today there was a big Carnaval procession in the small village near Heidelberg, where I live. 37 groups were participating, about 500 costumed people of all ages had fun, were drinking and almost all of them were wearing a mask.
For someone who’s not used to this tradition, first it must seem weird, but actually, what is different to every other day in the year?
Sometimes, and I have to admit it’s mostly on “grey” days, not on “blue” ones, I get the impression that almost everyone’s wearing a mask all over the year. Every day in the morning he puts on the mask and then, after lots of days wearing the mask, he forgets how to strip it off. So many people are pretending their whole life to be someone they’re not and everyone is talking about the fifth season as if it was the only time in the year when one can finally be someone else. But I guess, most of the people saying these things haven’t even found their real “selves” yet.
I am not as depressed as it may seem, I just wanted to share this thought.











