Depressing charm of villages east of Berlin. Part 1
<p>The famous painting “<a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/American_Gothic" rel="noopener ugc nofollow" target="_blank">American Gothic</a>” by Grant Wood depicts a grim farmer holding a pitchfork and his daughter standing near their old-fashioned house. I haven’t seen this artwork live but seems I experienced a similar effect recently. On a grey winter day, roughly 30 kilometers from Berlin, I discovered the <em>German Gothic.</em></p>
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<p>© All photos by <a href="https://www.instagram.com/garni.hatynky/" rel="noopener ugc nofollow" target="_blank">Slava Shestopalov</a></p>
<p>It was overcast and chilly (+2°C), but I didn’t want to procrastinate the whole day glued to the phone screen. So, I grabbed my bike and took a train to Strausberg Nord, the line terminus. Although it was the closest station to the “Brandenburg Switzerland” Nature Park, which I initially planned to visit, I still had to ride 13 kilometers to it.</p>
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