Germany
The crossing is to Heimatour: I am born in Hameln, since I was young days gone, the memory is weak. Where was the allotment of the uncle and aunt? But all the towns that I have touched upon today, I know of the local signs of the many trips from the Emsland to Hamelin to Uncle Walter and Aunt Gitti (the one with the cake!). And from the Porta Westfalica suddenly transformed the landscape. The view is in the native North German Plain (now really no increases at all, or even more mountains!) And almost Hamburg comes into view.
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