When kids here graduate from gymnasiet (high school), they spend part of their day getting drunk and riding around town on rented big flatbed trucks called "flaks" which have been decorated with hand-painted banners and, oddly enough, fresh birch branches. Oh yeah, and they're also wearing white sailor caps.
Every year, some drunk kid falls off the truck and makes the news. And the partying can get so out of hand that the city has to stagger the graduations throughout the first two weeks of June, thus limiting the number of drunk teenagers vomiting in the street on any given day.
I kept hearing the flaks from the office -- the screaming kids, the blasting music, the honking trucks. But it wasn't until today that I got to see one with my own eyes. The whole thing is very pride parade -- a bunch of shirtless sailor twinks and their girl friends dancing on a truck to the sweet thump of Eurodisco.
Every year, some drunk kid falls off the truck and makes the news. And the partying can get so out of hand that the city has to stagger the graduations throughout the first two weeks of June, thus limiting the number of drunk teenagers vomiting in the street on any given day.
I kept hearing the flaks from the office -- the screaming kids, the blasting music, the honking trucks. But it wasn't until today that I got to see one with my own eyes. The whole thing is very pride parade -- a bunch of shirtless sailor twinks and their girl friends dancing on a truck to the sweet thump of Eurodisco.
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