„Kapitalismus, Krise, Krieg”, aka, the fire Geschichte.

Gedichte, Geschichte.

Wish Germans would make their words a little less similar-sounding.

Before I begin, there's a note all the way at the end of this you should read. Well you, whoever I mention in the blog you.

Alright so, long story short, here's this uh... festivity... which is on Labour Day (May 1st right?) and they call it „MyFest”... cuz... when you say May in German (Mai) it sounds like my in English... and because it's their fest man! theirs and yours when you're here. So you'll say 'z0mg it's myfest' and then go fest your little heart out.

Well, I mean, we did. I was kind of feeling not too hot that day, not gonna lie, but I sucked it up and said TO HECK WITH THIS TRAVESTY! and went outside looking like I got ran over by a million geese in WWII tanks. So, after much walking and rubbing against German, Turkish, Tourist, etc. sweat, I finally found the legend Juggernaut Fields as well as the rest of Team Fun*. Yeah, that's what they call themselves. Pft. Well, I guess they are fun. Anyway, so, yeah we hung out. Then I went back home. Got lillies shoved in my face by a bemused Juggernaut and D.

SO THEN

We danced in the room of our nachbar and drank a little. Maybe more than just a little. But not much more, I assure you. And then everyone was like „ACH MEIN GOTT LET'S GO TO THE CLUBz” and I was like „meh ok” and then I put on a white dress and rhinestone covered flipflops and got all prettified. For what? I don't know. I mean, I'm an idiot. There was glass and riot outside.

DANACH

O and I were teammates in this awesome trek to be part of history. A history that repeats itself every May 1st in Kreuzberg, BUT LISTEN we won't be here every May 1st. So there.

This is gross, right? Vange says it's police vomit from smoke.
I apparently found that amusing seeing as that's my hand, and that's my foot.

Yeah, so like, we walked and saw fires and screaming anarchists that don't really actually care about capitalism more than it just being an excuse to break a bottle on someone's head. I mean, I'm pretty sure that's how they felt cuz that's how I felt. Speaking of feeling, a lot of people felt up my butt. By a lot I really mean two daring idiots. I told them I would tote (dead) them. Yes. I said „Ich werde tote Sie!” which is very badly chopped up German that roughly but literally translates to: "I will dead you".

So, (these are codenames) Vange and Sabertooth and I were like oH MY GOD wt%!! and we're walking right? but we're also taking pics cuz you cannot not document this!

I have a thing about privacy in the web.

Aaaanyway, so, we're crazy and kept going around. There were a lot of swat-lookin' cop dudes and um, people throwing molotov cocktails and there were rubber bullets and fires and tear gas. The reaction livs and I had was the reaction any other pretty girl in a dress would've had. We took pics! i.e.,:

So, quality ist nicht wunderbar but hey, basically it's me in a dress
thumb-upping or something along those lines by a riot fire.


See? I wasn't the only pretty girl in a dress
in the middle of nutty German anarchist riots.

All in all, we all had a great night. We eventually met up with the rest of Team Fun.


DAS ENDE.

*Team Fun: Party peeps from Floor 3 as well as part of Floor E and 4.
Note: If you're here but you're worried one day some of these pics will come back to bite you in the butt, let me know and I'll promptly take them down. I took safety measures I thought were rational but you never know.
k! bis später!