Over here, winter always comes unexpectedly. We joke about it, but we actually can’t wait. For the fir branches, drooping from the snow, for the ski trails in the depths of the forest, for the well-trodden running path in the park, for the sledges, ice skates and ice boats, for the ice fishing and the bonfires during the midwinter celebration, and for everything that winter has to offer. When it gets cold, we invite friends to the cinema or to music and fashion festivals. And after surviving it, we shoo winter away as loud as we can. Pancakes and masks help us scare it off and wait for the spring again.