Once a year, my part of Germany (and a few other areas) go completely mad. The people call it “carnival”, I call it “The Purge (German version).”
If you want to experience Germans who are not completely bombed out of their minds on those days, you have to get up really early and, believe me, you really want to be in bed after nine in the morning because you do not want to see the rest (or be urinated upon).
And do not turn on the TV until next week Thursday, perhaps Friday.
So, I’m going into hiding for a while.