The European climate is marked by four distinct seasons: Spring, summer, autumn, and winter. This year, the winter is very harsh, so we head to Cologne, a region blessed by a fifth season: Carnival!
The merrymaking of the Cologne Carnival officially begins on 11 November, but the real start is on Thursday before Lent. We get up early and, after breakfast, dress up as pirates. We have even bought some accessoires to augment the stock of costumes available in every Cologne household.
Start at a bank
By 11 am, the city centre is crowded as on no other workday. Our first destination is the main office of the Kreissparkasse. Beer and Soft drinks are served for free here, and cowboys, pirates and angels in the cashier hall greet each other cheerfully. Many come here every year for carnival although they bank elsewhere. Three clowns with curly green hair and dark sunglasses sit somewhat gloomily behind the bullet-proof glass of the cashier. Until the brass band arrives, you can still cash a cheque.
As the bank succumbs to folkloristic songs (…Kölle am Rhing! Alaaf, Alaaf!) we make our way to a friend’s apartment in the traditional Severin’s Quarter.
Bibo and two unicorns are also heading this way, as are Little Red-Riding Hood, along with her grandmother and the wolf, a band of Christmas trees and hordes of Red Indians, witches, clowns and Napoleonic soldiers. When we arrive at J’s place, the Karaoke singing has just started, with the cheap Karaoke set he bought a few weeks ago from a discounter. For carnival, he has painted his whole face blue. Too late, he realised that the paint wears off easily and he will miss out on this year’s motto of the Cologne Carnival, In Kölle jebüzt (Kissed in Cologne).
The story of Jan and Griet
„Wer et hätt jewooß…. If she had only known before,“ the story-teller laments the fate of Griet, a poor market woman in the 17th century. Her rejected lover, Jan von Werth, later turned out to become a war hero but did not ask again.
Like every year since 1925, the story without a happy end is told at the Severin’s gate as the starting signal for the Carnival’s first parade. Soon, well-organised Huns, musketeers and clowns march down the street. They are throwing sweets and flowers, while behind the first two rows of spectators the hunt for alcohol continues.
Although this year glass bottles have been banned from the city centre, the revellers drink a lot of alcohol, not least because it is so cold. We have another date in the evening and want to stay sober. So we take the tram back home around 4pm. The costumed dancing and drinking, the parades and –except for J. – the kissing in Cologne will go on for almost a week.
