... carne vale is sure to follow.
Großer Karneval (Grand Carnival) by Karl Hofer, 1928, Pinakothek der Moderne
Start sobbing now?
In Germany faced with the less-than-inspiring prospect of a few wintry months, the German people console themselves with the bacchanalian revelries associated with Fasching, which in lands north of Bavaria, is called Karneval. It starts on 11.11.11. (November 11, 11 minutes after 11 p.m.) and grants the speakers of the Fasching Guilds Narrenfreiheit (Jester's privilege the ability and right to speak and mock freely without being punished.)
The entire affair peaks on Rosenmontag and Faschingsdienstag (the Monday and Tuesday before Ash Wednesday). Traditionally, it’s the time to indulge your hedonistic tendencies before the onset of Lent, and some Germans take their annual holidays in order to do precisely that. Many city pedestrian zones are overrun with normally sober citizens now glad in outrageous fancy dress for a gargantuan party.
Ladies prowl with scissors snipping of men’s ties, doctors in hospitals have been known to make their ward visits on roller skates, and sober businessmen appear in red Bozo wigs and out sized plastic noses. And Fasching parades are plentiful.
So dust off you costume, grease your skates, and drop your inhibitions…
…for, there is a time for every purpose under heaven ... A time to laugh, a time to weep ... A time to dance, a time to mourn ...and a time to choose your Lenten penance.
But, comes Easter Sunday…