Outside, the doorbell chimes and the festivities begin. The house is suddenly caught in a pedaling rhythm, smoke and breeze, laughs and cheers, gulps and bites. Food and sweets are doled out by the kilo, the tallest glasses full to the brim. Clothes ebb and flow between legs and arms, narrowly missing mindfully placed candles. The view is unrepeatable, yet repeated every year. The sky bursts with color, tearing through the clouds, of smoke and other, creating brilliant motifs.