There once was a good king, because he led his kingdom so well, was of Vishnu (one of three over the gods of Hinduism), blessed with immortality . As in so many stories was said King quickly megalomaniac and a malicious attacker, no one could oppose something. A few years after his son was born, wanted to make sure the king that his son would never take his place, as he was planning his death. The sister of the king, Holika had the divine gift to be invulnerable to fire and so asked her brother to go with his son in a big fire to this killing. But was divine gifts dry up if they are used incorrectly, and so burned Holika and the king's son, wrapped in her towel maimed miraculous. The angry Vishnu came in one of his incarnations on the earth and killed the evil king then.
My English roommate Andres 
Jonas from Iceland also lives with me in the house, but 9 floors up ... 
Soro of Côte d'Ivoire does not live in my house, but is still with it (must!) 
Nikhil (from Mumbai), which I because of his hair like to call Jesus sees this as Jesus after his execution of (deep red color in the face ) ... 
This picture says it all: my God, you look for? The festival Holi commemorates this history and traditional fires are built, in which Holika-portraits are burned. What then happens the next day is probably just like that part of the festivities has become, because it's fun: take out all the people dancing to drench themselves with colored water and smear each other with many bright colors. There are loud music, good food and often Bangh Lassi, a lassi with marijuana extract that on this day is exceptional legal and is used by all adult age groups consumed, as with joy. Yes, properly understood: on Holi, many people totally high!
We (almost) all together ... 
delicious grilled Indian cheese, paneer, njam, njam ... 
have so we danced ... the housing complex of an intern from our large group, there was a big party with all inclusive for all tickets and we are worried where we have now let out to sow, Like all Indians for that matter. I borrowed two days earlier, concerned the cheapest white trousers and shirt, which I could find on the street shop. And while in the beginning was still snow-white, I saw the middle of it brightly colored red and at the end of (because red seems to moisture best adheres to the clothes). It was one of the best parties of my life! Fully durchgenässt, fully greased bunt in Bangh Lassi and long drinks drunk, dancing to loud music in a constant drizzle artificial ... It could hardly be better ... This should be imported to Germany!
Before 
In between (with Ka, my Korean roommate) 
After (served at home ...) 
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