On the early Sunday morning (yes, 2 p.m. already) the Hajranen slowly trickled into the Ballenbak. After a few minutes of whining to each other about how hungover they were, the cantus could begin. After the singing of "io vivat," the presidium came in and with their strict but just regulations, enough Hajranen received a matching punishment when they did something wrong. As a result, most were no longer hungover after not even half an hour inside ;p. Afterwards, we all enjoyed a delicious fries table and reluctantly drank the remaining bought-off pils.