There is an old part of this country and a new one. This distinction seems to be somewhat misleading as there is plenty of Old in the New.
Germany
Strange Days
I sense that something is different. This is not the usual crowd. The thought rushes by and fades. I step off the train, walk a few streets … and I see.
Still life
I linger in a village with just enough internet for an email once in a while. I get an idea why our ancestors stopped being nomads, or rather why so few nomads are left in the countryside.
Art of Construction
Lucky number Eleven
This is the sun, struggling through cold November fog on the Eleventh day of the Eleventh month … in Cologne.
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.
Once upon a Time
At the western banks of the Elbe River a network of small rural communities forms a county. I enter a town that looks like this.
The Third Planet 