11.11. im Tsunami Club

In the organizer's words:

The first bars sound, the beer glass rises, and suddenly you know why again. Why Cologne never stands still, why the bass here is called Herzschlag.

Between Kasalla and Cat Ballou, between Querbeat and Höhner pulsates what we call love - loud, real, unvarnished .

The fog is confetti, the light tastes of Mühlen Kölsch, and somewhere in the choir someone is singing off-key - but with soul.

Old songs come to life, Bläck Fööss meet Paveier, the choruses become prayers that nobody wants to say quietly."Mir stonn zo dir, FC Kölle" - until the sun rises.

We play carnival. No costume can hide the feeling that's pounding in your chest. No stream can replace the moment when the whole hall raises its arms and everything mixes - sweat, glitter, tears, happiness. Jeck, in love, lost, united. One beat, one jump, one laugh too many - and you know: this is it.

This is what we dance, drink, sing and love for. "Un wenn et Trömmelche jeht" - then we go along. Because this is not a party. This is Cologne. This is us.