Eastern Promises

I cross what was once one of the deadliest borders in the world. I leave “The West” behind and enter “The East”. Both terms from the cold war are still in use. The station seems deserted.

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It looks new. But few seem to disturb its peace.

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I look around.

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I switch trains in Stendal.

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Close to the station a shop sells flowers.

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A train arrives. It is heading westward.

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Further east the landscape offers spectacular views.

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Autumn in Magdeburg.

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Somehow things look different around here.

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The shops …

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… the services …

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… and the Entertainment …

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… seem to lack distracting ornaments. Many things are plain and simple; straight to the point.

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Others are just beautiful.

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The sun plays with light and shadows.

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The weather changes in minutes.

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I hurry to meet a friend and his family. We have brunch in a nice place. Who cares about the clouds.

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