In the Rhineland, the area of
in which I live, from Thursday onwards the celebration of Carnival reaches its zenith. And in no other city in Germany Germany is the festival celebrated with as much fervour and dedication as in Cologne – despite what potential rivals in Düsseldorf and may claim. For in Cologne Carnival goes beyond a joyful expression of the Dionysian aspect of the human spirit to become a very statement of identity; from Thursday (Altweiberfastnacht) to the following Ash Wednesday the Cologners show the rest of Germany and the world – as well as restating it for themselves – that they regard themselves to be a particularly blessed portion of the human race, eternally proud and thankful for the fact that they are residents of the greatest, most wonderful city in the world. Mainz
As has already become clear in this introduction, decent understatement is not part of the Colognian character. But, lest anyone misunderstand me, there is little of overweening, arrogant superiority in this attitude; adopting such a position would mean having to take oneself seriously and, perhaps, even having to work hard at it and such an attitude is generally foreign to the
nature. For the Cologner generally cultivates an extremely relaxed attitude to life – secure in his conviction that his city is the one most beloved of God on earth, he tends to watch the struggles for power and influence between other cities and countries with equanimity, as signs of their gnawing fears of being seen to be inferior. The serene self-assurance of the Cologner keeps him above such petty competitiveness. Cologne
For large periods in its history
was a more or less independent city, and I think this was formative for the character of its inhabitants. Following the Roman period (many of the excellent Roman archaeological remains can today be viewed in the Römisch-Germanisches Museum near the cathedral), Charlemagne put Rome under the control of the Archbishop, who became a powerful figure within the Holy Roman Empire, ruling over extensive territories in the Rhineland. With one notable exception – Cologne ! After a long period of increasing tension the city basically threw the archbishop out in 1288. A compromise was subsequently reached in which the city became generally free, the archbishop retaining only control in purely ecclesiastical matters and, oddly perhaps, the administration of justice, torture and capital punishment. However, the archbishops moved their residence to nearby Cologne Bonn and it would be over five hundred years before they returned to live in . This is just one example among many of the typical “Kölsche” way of doing things – complex compromises based on the trading of influences and advantages, incomprehensible (and often illogical) to outsiders, but comfortably accepted by Cologners. Cologne
In the end, the archbishops and the city needed each other. During the reign of Barbarossa in the 12th Century, the then archbishop, Rainald, who was also Chancellor of the Empire, had basically stolen the relics of the Three Wise Men from Milan and deposited them in Cologne Cathedral. The relics became a major centre of pilgrimage in the middle ages and were thus economically important for the city.
There’s a story told in
about the events leading up to the building of the present magnificent cathedral, which began in 1248. The merchants of Cologne, conscious of the commercial possibilities provided by the relics, were unhappy with the old unspectacular cathedral they had and they’d been hearing reports of the wonderful new buildings being erected all over Europe. So they went to the bishop to propose building a new one. As the one who would have to pay for it, bishop Konrad wasn’t enthusiastic. A few weeks later, the old cathedral just happened to burn down … Cologne
|Cologne Cathedral (Kölner Dom)|
They’ve been building the new Gothic cathedral ever since; there’s a saying in
that the world will end when work on the Cathedral finally stops. But the most prominent and famous trademarks of the Cathedral, the magnificent twin spires, were only added in the 19th Century, paid for by the King of Prussia into whose domains Cologne and the rest of the Rhineland had come after the defeat of Napoleon. Cologne
Prussian rule was not very popular in
Cologne; there can hardly be two mentalities in more different than the fun-loving, easy-going attitude of the Cologners and the disciplined, duty-driven, tightly-organised world-view of the Prussians. Unable to resist Prussian might militarily, the Cologners resorted to ridicule. Many of the traditional customs surrounding Carnival – dressing up in fantastically bombastic uniforms, bestowing each other with masses of meaningless medals and according each other wildly exaggerated titles – were originally parodies of Prussian behaviour. It was a typically relaxed way of dealing with the harshness of reality, following the most basic rule of life as expressed in the old Germany saying Cologne
Et es wie et es!
Et kütt wie et kütt!
Un et hätt noch emmer joot jejange!
[That’s the way it is,
That’s the way it goes,
And it always works out for the best in the end!]
The fundament of this basic optimism is the assurance that one is a child of the most wonderful city in the world.
has survived emperors and kings, bishops and chancellors, invaders and floods, plagues and bombs. When the smoke has cleared and the excitement died down, the Cologne Rhine will still be flowing and Kölle will still be there on its banks.
Kölle! No-one else in the world can proclaim the name of his home town with so much emotional sentimental love more than the Cologner. This is something which quickly becomes clear to any visitor to
, as soon as he or she visits any of the thousands of bars in the city. Friendly and outgoing as they are, you’ll quickly find yourself in conversation with the locals and before long they’ll be listing the reasons why their city is the greatest in the world. Indeed, listening to them extolling on their favourite subject, you come to the conclusion that Cologners are capable of becoming homesick even when they are at home. This is a capacity they share with the residents of only one other town I know, the city of Cologne Cork in ; so it comes as no surprise to learn that the two cities are actually formally twinned. Ireland
All this relaxed local patriotism reaches its annual peak on Rosenmontag [Rose Monday], two days before Ash Wednesday when the great Carnival parade, watched by around a million people (most of them costumed), wends its way through the streets of
. Tons of sweets are thrown from the floats into the jubilant crowd, kisses are freely exchanged and hundreds of thousands of gallons of the local beer, kölsch, are drunk. Residents of the rival city of Cologne may claim that kölsch is a liquid which passes unchanged, apart from its temperature, through the human body; such claims do not seriously worry the Cologners. They regard the Düsseldorfers as johnny-come-latelies, insecure status-seekers obsessed with fashion and money. Düsseldorf
All of this accompanied by lively music played by one of the famous traditional Cologne bands like De Höhner or Brings, the lyrics generally in the local dialect. But even more serious rock bands from
have had the courage to sing in their local dialect and enjoy German-wide success, the most notable perhaps being BAP. Wofgang Niedecken, the founder and lead singer of the band, is also a respected painter (he’s an art-school graduate). This is not surprising, for Cologne is a centre for all sorts of artistic endeavours. The 1972 Nobel Prize winning writer, Heinrich Böll, came from Cologne Cologne and the city is today one of ’s main media centres. It is also the unofficial gay capital of Germany and the large Christopher Street Day Parade every summer is even more shrill and colourful than the Rosenmontag parade. It’s certainly great fun. Germany
For that is one of the best characteristics of the Cologners; their capacity for celebration. One of my abiding memories is of a balmy summer evening – the festival in question being the Kölner Lichter [Cologne Lights], a fireworks display accompanied by music on the great river, held in July. At the height of the celebrations, Henning Krautmacher, the front man of the band De Höhner, proclaimed to a huge jubilant throng on the banks of
“Ich jläuve, der leever Herrjott es ene kölsche Jung!
[I believe that the Lord God is a
The crowd cheered their agreement with the sentiment.
There was a wide array of music available to accompany this post. I’ve decided to put musical links to the bands mentioned directly into the text and to finish this with a quieter song, sung in standard German, by the lesser-known but excellent band “Zinnober" (thanks to Lara for the tip!).
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