The city throws itself into bowl, dressing up and throwing the lights onto nackerte branches. The first stalls have long been cobbled together and are now populated by jiggling Santa Claus, reindeer tipsy and sugary pastries. Only a few days, then go to the bustle go again - and the thirsty throats with mulled wine, brandy and some Feuerzangenbowle oiled. In between one or the other traditional bratwurst sausage into the greedy maw and pushed the world is kind of ok. Hohoho ... i gfrei me on it!
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