10/08/2021
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The shooting match was always at Whitsun. Of course, I also shot at the target. In the village, you go kaput or in the club. Yes, of course I was a clubman, nice uniform with the green jacket. The knees always blue, because the Tommel hit against it, the college shoes with the black pompons. The drum major in front and we behind.
In the evening then Dans op de Deel in the marquee and in the singer of the band all the girls were in love. Except for Iris, who already had her treasure. And already he comes around the corner again "Hey, it's your turn and get the next round Lüttje Lagen!" That's how it always went, alternating. One year we also had the invasion of the rockers, who beat the whole tent short and small. Every year there were dramas of some kind. Hartmut slaps Heike. My uncle starts a drunken brawl. Erika pees herself again, so full was she.............echt, that was better than cinema. The next morning the obligatory Alka Seltzer and then hangover breakfast. And back on the boards, strap on the drum and march on.
This sweet psychedelic love reminds me of what it smells like to march past the almond booth again and into the fairgrounds. It's not roasted almonds I'm smelling, but it comes pretty close to the booth with the wafers, almonds, candied apples. The scent is sweet, yes. But it's also cozy, gives a feeling of security. I also think I smell a hint of coconut, the vanilla is nice. The march ends with fine sandalwood.
In the evening then Dans op de Deel in the marquee and in the singer of the band all the girls were in love. Except for Iris, who already had her treasure. And already he comes around the corner again "Hey, it's your turn and get the next round Lüttje Lagen!" That's how it always went, alternating. One year we also had the invasion of the rockers, who beat the whole tent short and small. Every year there were dramas of some kind. Hartmut slaps Heike. My uncle starts a drunken brawl. Erika pees herself again, so full was she.............echt, that was better than cinema. The next morning the obligatory Alka Seltzer and then hangover breakfast. And back on the boards, strap on the drum and march on.
This sweet psychedelic love reminds me of what it smells like to march past the almond booth again and into the fairgrounds. It's not roasted almonds I'm smelling, but it comes pretty close to the booth with the wafers, almonds, candied apples. The scent is sweet, yes. But it's also cozy, gives a feeling of security. I also think I smell a hint of coconut, the vanilla is nice. The march ends with fine sandalwood.
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