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When I walked infront of the ground, camera in my hand, I was ready to shoot. To shoot a picture which shows all this cheesy stuff in the gras and the strangely coloured house in the back. Then the gate opened and the owner left with his car. He looked critically what I’m going to do at his fence and when he got closer I gesture-asked him if he was ok if I took a picture. His face changed into the brightest smile and I wasn’t able anymore to get the worst out of the scenery and took an ordinary picture. An artist, proud of his masterpiece.

(But you’re driving a boring Citroen C4 in metallic grey!!! thats not a statement, mate, thats bullshit. Grey!)

Back in the car I took the next corner and I saw some women talking. One was dressed like a farmer, rubber shoes, jeans, t-shirt. The other was wearing a cocktail dress with a long slice at the side. Still, ready to do some digging in the dirt or whatsoever. They do have some extroverted people in that village.

I always wonder what’s the reason that only few people in Eastern Germany, Western Poland and Czech Republic speak the language of their neighbor. There are no obvious similarities in language so understanding each other while living next door would be kind of a good thing, wouldn’t it? Can’t remember that there was an option to learn Czech or Polish at my school at all.