Or maybe the Germans are just loud everywhere now. Perhaps everywhere there's one particularly loud German wearing only glittering pink trousers and suspenders. I can't know for sure, because I only saw the one they had in Perkeo yesterday.
When the first goal was scored, I actually felt a bit scared. I thought it was good that Germany were winning 1-0. At least, I thought it wasn't bad. I celebrated a little bit within my own mind. That was enough for me. Maybe there would be other goals anyway. It was much too soon to draw any conclusions. So I was happy to return to my simultaneous game-watching and sketching.
It seemed like the others weren't so calm and philosophical about it. I wasn't ready for that level of noise. It's not easy to keep drawing under those circumstances. I don't think anyone else there even tried it.
It only got worse after that. 4-0 in the end. The streets were full of jubilant supporters, with superfluous black, red and gold decorations on their clothes and faces, and even children squealing their love for Deutschland. Cars drove around, while their occupants expressed delight by the undelightful sound of their horns - as if all humanity had suddenly changed its predilections and decided that traffic jams were the best things ever. I don't know how the level of joy can be raised if they actually win the thing, but I suppose we are all aware that that probably won't be necessary.
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