People are strange creatures.
I'm leaving my little village tonight, and going to visit friends who live in the City. It's New Year's Eve. The city, but especially the neighborhood I am visiting, is traditionally known for turning into a war zone on New Year's Eve.
And I don't just mean big fires in the street, but also cars that are driven into them. The intention is to increase the collective labor to such an extent that the police intervene.
The police, in turn, are also looking forward to this opportunity to release the frustration they have built up over the past year. The fight that follows is truly like being in a real war zone. Only with rubber bullets tear gas, flying stones and fireworks bombs.
Everything that was not allowed and withheld throughout the year comes out, under the influence of alcohol and drugs.
It is not without risk to go out on the street because all laws are overboard this evening, you are on your own.
The next day you can see the damage that has been done and often the paint on the window frames is peeling from the heat, broken windows and burned cars everywhere.
Must say that it has been a bit quieter in recent years, but with all the unrest in the world this year, I expect it will be old-fashioned fun for the youth.
Those who are going to die salute you.
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