The Herbal Witch Becomes the Sun God - New Town Whisper

The sky hangs full of gloomy rain clouds. Heavy drops are splashing down. Who already thinks of garden or balcony. Trödelhallen boss Sven Hellmich casually pushes the plasters of his weatherproof jacket on the forehead and grabs a Stiege sunflowers. "That will be so," he says, pushing a whole plant shelf aside. "All this has to be sorted," explains the junk bard, who has honestly developed his reputation as a herb witch in recent years. What hel…