Someone passes by on her bycicle. “Ciao!” she calls, over her shoulder. I don’t know who she is. I guess i have danced with her.
Earlier this week (much, much earlier) some tired people were taking the train at 01:42 am from Freiburg to Basel to experience the traditional Morgenstreich. At 04:00 the church bells declared the time and the crouds in the streets quited down. Then all at once all the lights in the city center were turned off and then in perfect synchronization tens (perhaps hundreds?) of drummers, flute players and lantern bearers hit their drums, blew their first tune in their flutes and lit their lanterns. Carnival in Basel is like no where else.