This is the sun, struggling through cold November fog on the Eleventh day of the Eleventh month … in Cologne.

On my way to the tram station I see the first signs.

As I get closer to my destination the crowd thickens. I stick to my route. Soon I realize that today this might not be such a good idea.

The party warms up. The body pressure on the ground rises. Some remember their heritage and return to the trees.

A technophile goes for a different landmark and documents his achievement.

I take a detour. Newcomers cross my way.

Others are enjoying the tranquility of the periphery.

Shepherds dressed in green keep their flock safe.

There is writing on the wall.

All kinds of beverages are passing through bodies. Where to … ? I see …

Or from a more idyllic point of view.

The concept is interesting. People urinate against a tarp. Gravity takes over. Eventually the constant flow will find a sewer somewhere. The people close by don’t seem to mind.

A sports car demands its right of way.

It is christened with beer when it leaves the crowd again.

I leave the party area. … Much later I have to take another detour.

In the side streets the hungry take their late meal.

Waste is disposed off.

Suddenly, it is like Nothing really happened.

It is the Twelfth anyway.