Or the sun might know your face
And steal you away for good
In this way with improvised verses, songs and banter we celebrate carnival.
During the three weeks of carnival you will certainly come upon groups of “maskari”, people who change their face and figure completely, so as to be unrecognizable, a bit like coming upon trolls who dance around you amused at your astonishment and may well make you join their dance as well.
These groups do not remain in the street but also go into the houses and shops rousing everyone, drinking what they are offered and going on to the next place to wreak their pleasant havoc.
On the last Sunday of carnival everyone wakes up early with red rimmed eyes from the previous evening’s feast and prepare the last feast of the period. The group Keros have seen to everything. Food and drink is collected, the cooking fires are lit and the sack holders prepare to go around the island. At the same time other carnival groups are getting ready and at around 11 in the morning everyone pours into the streets with bells, whistles, cymbals and drums, singing and dancing, rouse the village and invite everyone to the feast which will last until the small hours of the next day.
All the families contribute food and drink for the feast.
Everyone is welcome to join the carnival groups.