almost a diary, oddly enough

La Marseilleise.

So “Rosenmontag“, the raving Monday, was good fun, as expected. The day started with me attending a vodkaesque “Russian-Montag”-Party – I hope my non-German readers can appreciate this subtle linguistic humour.

So most people were disguised in Soviet uniforms they had purchased either on Ebay or on some east European flee market. Naturally, the music of choice came from a CD featuring more communist songs than you will ever want to hear – and – the French anthym, “La Marseilleise”.

I suppose those compiling the CD were too busy drinking Vodka to note the subtle ideological point they were making…