Like I anticipated, Our trip to the Cologne Carneval did not pass without peculiar incidents. Sure, our Mariachi band was a great success and we enjoyed much attention and appreciation from the pleasant Colognians. One of us though, were about to discover the dark side of being a street musician, or in fact, a broke, drunk, cold, and lost Mariachi.
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On our second night in Cologne, my friend wore long underpants under his elastic Mariachi pants. Thus he had no pockets. Thus he gave me a 20 euro bill to keep for him, and did not bring his phone. Of course this was going to punish him. At the last club we visited my friend finally had a few too many kölsch and got separated from us when our group got split up. Without a cellphone it was hard to keep track of him, and each of us assumed he had gone home with one of the cabs. He never retrieved the 20 euros from me. And he was never seen again.
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Until 4 pm the day after. He had been walking the cold windy streets of Cologne all night, wet snow falling down on him making his costume wet. With no money or means of communication. In the morning he had to resort to asking people for monetary contributions, explaining his story to bypassers. Some were reluctant to believe him. Ironically, he is a good guitare player and singer, but he was to cold and tired to play for money. After 10 hours on the streets he had finally managed to get a tram close to our accomodation, and borrow a phone from a nice Colognian man. He was picked up by car and returned to us. With a limb, and not in the best of shapes. My guitar suprisingly intact though. I would probably have tried to sell the gutiare in that situation. Maybe he did..
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