Before i begin, let me just say that new years here kicked ass. i cant begin, even, to really explain to you how much fun i had ushering in the new year. for my friends, this was another boring new years in bensheim, but for an exchange student, it was by far, the best night here.
and so the oceans turned.
i began by setting out alone into town, with a heavy packpack and my brand new hat. i didnt know what i was going to do yet, as no one had called me, but in town, i received a text message from Julian and was told to meet him in 45 minutes. for those 45 minutes, i went around trying to take pictures of fireworks, because see, the thing here with new years is lots of fireworks.
finally i ran into a HUGE group of kids from school, interlaced with friends of mine. we stood around waiting, and some kids began already.
here is Sven, holding tourches that, they claimed, were bought with money that went to the flood victims.
the kids instantly started blowing things up and here is a picture of people running away from a rather large firecracker.
shortly before 12, the rally cry was called and we made our way to the parking garage. i didnt know why exactly at first, and we all just stood around. it was a relatively warm evening, as well.
i didnt take pictures of the show, but i took videos. it was so great. people yelling at 12 or rather, 0:00, and for 15 minutes, bottle rockets up all over the city and we could see it. little explosions surrounded us as we yooped and hollared and did things that mothers fear.
this is Julian and me. notice, the hat.
after the public show died down, us boys stayed around and played with the fire works.
fleeing from the scene.
Henning on the left, and "yo-yo" on the right. making our way along the main street, sulfurous smoke everywhere.
i stayed with henning for a while, but we separated and i made my way in the direction of home with some other kids. parties ended and we were stuck on the street, until someone decided to climb the mountain, and we spent the first early morning of 2005 looking over the city at night.
i was a happy kid, as Julian and I walked slowly home.
next, my trip to Frankfurt with Karla, the Mexican exchange student.