May Day!Follow

So tomorrow is the first of May, and in Berlin, especially in Kreuzberg, that means revolution!

So basically, a lot of punkrocky people (some of them have extra colourful hair already) will revolutionise the world and riot and get drunk right in front of my house all day, I have no way to predict if business will be excellent or nonexistent, in Köpenick (that's all the way in the southeast) some ***** will try and start their own revolution and some other lefties will go there to try and beat up the *****, and the police will have time to practise for the real revolution.

Because it's tradition.

Also, lots of dancing tonight.


What are your local May Day traditions?

Edited, Apr 30th 2009 5:14pm by Kalivha

May is my favorite month, mainly because I was born in it.

Oh yeah?

Well you're breathing manually now.

Allegory kissed his mother and father good night and slowly began climbing the stairs to his room. He could hear his brother downstairs, also saying his good nights to the family.

At the top of the stairs, he slipped inside the bathroom, turned on the light, and locked the door. He gazed at his reflection in the mirror for a long time, then washed his face and brushed his teeth.

He started to leave, then paused, his hand almost on the door handle.

“Hey, Allegory,” he heard his brother call from the other side of the hollow wood. “You almost done? Damn, man, make sure you bury the Kleenex in the trash, that’s nasty.”

Allegory flinched. He turned off the light and let himself out of the bathroom, slipping by his brother, careful not to brush up against him.

Once in his bedroom, he paused only briefly at the threshold, straining his ear toward the bathroom to hear what his brother might be doing. Still hearing the sink running, he ran over to his bureau and tore through his pajama drawer. Pulling out a pair of cotton pants and a long sleeved shirt, he pulled them on as quickly as he could, and jumped into the bottom bunk, pulling the covers over his head and turning toward the wall. He tried to still his heart, and began to breath slowly and evenly, hoping it would sound like he was asleep.

The pipes rattled and squealed as his brother turned off the water. He could hear the bathroom door opening on squeaky hinges. His brothers shadow streched across the floor and fell partially onto his bed. He tried to suppress a shudder.

His brother slowly changed into his sleepwear, then the entire bed frame shook as he clamored up the ladder and threw himself onto the top bunk. Allegory forgot to breath normally, and his breaths came in fast gulps of air. He pulled his rigid body into a tight little ball.

“Hey, you asleep?” came the familiar whisper from the top bunk. Allegory ignorned him. “I know you aren’t. I’m scared, can I come sleep with you?”

Allegory whimpered a little. He jumped when he felt the other side of the bed sink down to accommodate his brothers’ weight. He hadn’t even heard him climb down the ladder, how did he move so silently?

He wanted to scream, “No, not again!” when he felt that feather light touch on the back of his neck, but his throat had closed up.

Edited, Apr 30th 2009 10:25am by Belkira

Dictatorship of the proletariat. Destroying the bourgeoisie. And streamers! Fallalala.

In London it's a bit of a carnival. The usual coalition of lefties/anarchists/unions/environmentalists/students march up Oxford Street, singing songs and smoking joints and shouting stuff, and the police cordon them off for 7-8 hours, by which time it's pretty late so they go home to see if they're on the news.

I went with some friends in 2001 because it was supposed to be big. All the shops were boarded up, it was pretty neat. But then the police surrounded a group of protesters on Oxford Circus, and kept them for 6 hours without access to toilets, water, insulin or anything. Two of my mates were in there, and they pretty pissed off about it. At least that's what they said afterwards, I had gone to Hyde Park to smoke some Js by then.

Only downside about 1st May in the UK is that we don't have the day off. In France, 1st May is called "Fete du travail" (Work Celebration Day), and you get the day off, which is a pretty kick *** way to celebrate work.

It's not true.

You knew that, and I knew that, but I try telling that to me and I can never convince me of it.

Because I know you are just a dirty ***** that deserved to be raped.

Did he leave marks though Anna? That's the big question.



While I am happy that you seem to be feeling more cheerful today than over the last week, it makes me extremely sad to think about that situation. I cannot explain why; the response is visceral.

Edited, Apr 30th 2009 11:41am by Pensive

So she does go down.

brb

Edited, Apr 30th 2009 11:57am by Shaowstrike

In my area, Mid-Atlantic USA, on the first weekend in May a lot of the elementary schools do "May day" celebrations.

I remember when I was in elementary school we even had a May Pole and we had to do a "dance" of some kind and wrap the ribbon around the pole.

It was fun.

Haha, half the stores in my area are closed already, including the supermarket.
Some people started glueing antifascista and antigovernment posters onto traffic signs etc., and there are a LOT of people outside.

I think Maypoles are cute in a hippy way.


Anna, VIVA LA DIVERSITÀ, L'AMORE E LA FANTASIA!

Red, the May holiday is next Monday in the UK and Eire, isn't it?
As for the 1st, it's called Tag der Arbeit in Germany, that means "Work's Day", I'd rather translate it as Labour Day because I think it has to do with the labour/proletariat movement.
We smoke weed also (I probably won't because it's not good for me).

Pensive, I want to take a moment to apologise to you because I think I've been judgemental towards you in the past (for example in that PM), and I've come to realise that you are utterly different from what I thought at first and to respect you quite a bit.