Its May Day
Most people from England probably won’t even realise it unless they live in a traditional village where children still dance around the May Pole on May 1st, just as I did as a seven-year-old.
That it is a day for the workers to have a voice is long forgotten.
In Nürnberg yesterday the workers could be heard loud and clear. There was the usual march through the city, with red flags and banners flying high. As it is a bank holiday the streets could be closed to allow for the parading masses without causing much delay or chaos to the traffic.
The trams and buses on the south side of the city were out of action for a few hours while the parade made its way to the Kornmarkt the (Corn Exchange) so people, including me, were out in their hundreds on bikes.
That about sums up the story of me and Socialism. Too late to experience the action.
It was an interesting time to be there, watching the red stars falling, the statues being removed, the street names changing and the Trabants and Ladas being replaced by Renaults, Fords, and Volkswagons.
Just like today in the Kornmarkt in Nürnberg, I had fun in Hungary but I would have found it even more interesting to have arrived a little bit earlier.