As of: February 11, 2024, 7:20 p.m
By: Alexandra Korimorth
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800 visitors did not miss the spectacle in Wall.
The “Schoaßtromme Company” also moved out.
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This hasn't happened for ten years: In Wall, an entire village with gender roles reversed is on its feet for a begging wedding.
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- Loud and hearty was the Woia Bädlhouzad of the “foot-boigile Vitalia” and her “heavy-weight Conrad”, to which the Waller traditional costume association D'Höhastoana had invited on Saturday.
800 wedding guests cheered and toasted the carnival dream couple.
Nobody wanted to miss this gathering event under the maypole between the church and the inn.
The whole village was on its feet to celebrate the beggar's wedding after a ten-year break - dressed up, of course: the women in their husbands' lederhosen, jackets and hats, and the men in their wives' dirndls, skirts, bodices and stockings.
With a blonde wig or balloons in the neckline for the feminine touch and painted or pasted-on beards for the masculine one.
Theater-loving and stage-building-loving, as the Wallers are, they not only completely absorbed themselves in their respective roles - whether Manderl, Weiberl, monk, nun, cow or angel Aloisius.
They also provided the authentic ambience.
Theater-experienced catfish ensure a harmonious ambience
Around the outdoor altar with the Biertragl ambo there was dung, olfactorily challenging.
Likewise on the cart pulled by two steeds, which brought the wedding couple - the "footy, cordon bleu-destroying Vitalia" and the "heavy-weight, red-haired rampage Conrad" - as well as the honorary mother Josefa, toilet lady and toilet manager in a large wedding procession to the village green .
They were accompanied by the “hunchbacked, inheritance-sneaking” relatives.
The “Woia Schoaßtrommel Company” with wedding loader Johann Schüller in the front drummed martially, as if they were going to the marital battlefield.
With smoke and steam: an entire brotherhood escorted the “footy Vitalia” and her “heavy Conrad” (sitting from right) into the harbor of marriage.
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Meanwhile, the band - all members with red bottle cleaners instead of feathers on their hats - played and sang cheerfully, followed by "Pastor Kevin from Berlin", who carried the book "1000 Agricultural Machines" in front like the Holy Scripture, with his red brotherhood and four tractor-drawn wagons with Mallorca blondes, toilets and sewage pipes, a train carriage and a living room with a fire place.
The Knights of the Holy Heat Pump and Pommelus Frittus
The wedding party moved between the stalls where the guests were provided with beer and liver loaf rolls, sausages, coffee and muffins, and to the Rammstein metal sounds of “You didn't ask me” instead of the wedding march to the altar, where wedding leader Schüller introduced those involved, not without political swipes at the “blacks” who were conceived in darkness and confusion or the “red knights of the Holy Heat Pump, a mendicant order from Berlin”.
He handed over to Pastor Kevin, who was now wearing a white wreath ribbon with the inscription “in silent sympathy”.
He read from the “Gospel of the Little Heat Pump,” performed the outrageous wedding ceremony until Vitalia and Conrad parted on Ash Wednesday, and administered Holy Communion with the words “Pommelus Frittus.”
The choir with choir director “Christa, straight from hell” sang “Because i ned mog” and “Mia derfn da heit celebrated” to the melody of “We will rock you”.
Hedonistic intercessions, the collection for the poor Finance Minister Christian Lindner, flying toilet rolls, fog machines, drum rolls and fanfare rounded off the wedding service.
The wedding party then continued the great fun with the host in the hall.