It was a summer African evening and a man on a bicycle was approaching the town of Zeulenroda somewhere in the southeast of the Düren region. He passed several quiet villages with half-timbered houses that were reflected in the surface of the municipal ponds. The barn doors were sized to fit the height of a horse's head and the width of a peasant's background. Once, somewhere, a domestic tractor appeared, returning from the field. The rest of th…
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It was a summer African evening and a man on a bicycle was approaching the town of Zeulenroda somewhere in the southeast of the Düren region. He passed several quiet villages with half-timbered houses that were reflected in the surface of the municipal ponds. The barn doors were sized to fit the height of a horse's head and the width of a peasant's background. Once, somewhere, a domestic tractor appeared, returning from the field. The rest of th…