Get in the car, drive down Frankfurter Allee for around an hour, even more, always straight on. Right before the boarder to Poland there is an old fortress in a fairytale wood. Spelled by fairies during daytime, hunted by witches during the night. Getting lost is easy here. We took some photos of a nice autumn trip through the woods before night fell and sat by the warming fire. The ghosts of winter aren’t here yet, but they’re waiting to get out. By the way, there are secret little parties in these woods from time to time..of course in summer.
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