28th February 2006 - Day 134
This morning, I went down to make my rent payment for the month of March. The payment is supposed to be due in the first week of March. But with the lab starting tomorrow, I will not be able to make it within the stipulated time the lady is in.
But she was not there because today is Fasching, a holiday here. I handed the money to another person instead. Initially, he wanted me to come again tomorrow. I had to explain several times to him that I would be unable to come down for the rest of the week before he finally agreed to take payment on behalf of the lady.
Now, I've to get hold of the Hausmeister and make an appointment with him on the day I leave. He will then check the room and take over it from me before calling up the lady to release my deposit of 330€ back to me. This Kaution thing is really troublesome.
I took the bus in the afternoon to go to the Mensa. But the bus took a different route because of the Umzug. I had to take another Straßenbahn before walking to the Mensa.
After lunch, I went to the town centre to take a look at the Umzug that's going to take place. Along the way, I saw many children dressed up as animals (mainly lions), insects, witches, knights, and other characters. Some adults were dressed up too.
The Umzug started later than expected. It was a lively procession. There were people in trucks throwing out sweets and such to the spectators. Some gave out beer and ice cream too. It made people on the receiving end happy.
It's pretty interesting to observe how everyone scrambled to pick up the goodies. Like pigeons pecking at bread crumbs thrown on the floor. Babies in prams have an extra advantage. The folks who threw the sweets usually stuffed a handful of them into the baby's pram.
Not so nice to observe, was that some adults "fought" with the kids over the items thrown.
There were people wearing witch or monster masks in the procession. Sometimes, instead of giving out sweets, they stuff confetti down the neck of people. I heard from Frau Böhmer, that in some towns, the witches were so wicked, that each of them had to wear a number tag. This served the purpose of identifying the culprit if someone wants to lodge a complain.
By the end of the procession about 2 hours later, my coat pockets were filled with sweets, a bottle of hair conditioner and a box of match sticks.
Maybe we can start proposing that the performers distribute sweets during Chingay.
As the roads were still cordoned off and the buses were still not in service, I walked back to hostel in the rain/snow after the event.
I guess this would be the last festivity I'll experience in Germany. I had fun while it lasted. The atmosphere is something that I won't be able to capture on any photos or video clips.
So, sweets to keep me awake while reading my notes!