Up the hill, past the pond, over a field and into the railway station yard unchanged since the 19th century where the path winds around huge heaps of coal and onto the forest track, over babbling brook and uphill to a look-out tower, down the other side and into town on 3rd of May Avenue, with its crumbling art nouveau, then past former porno actress Jana's house, no time to stop and say hello, now tending to her baby, straight up 2nd Polish Army street, colourful kindergarten to the left, bordello next door, a long incline up to The Castle Hotel, horses in gardens, hang a right and a gentle ride downhill, momentum and speed getting me over the next slope where sits an abandoned Cold War border post and Asia Market & Bistro, punters and passports nowhere, no wonder refugees can wander about wherever they like, then take a right at the top and we're in Deutschland, Deutschland Uber Alles, to find an entirely different world of tidy gardens and parks, orderly citizens, safe drivers, understated wealth, not a gypsy or beer-swiller in sight, bucolic farmland beyond, through very pleasant back streets to where I'm aiming for: the home of a businesswoman who needs to learn English, first work I've done for a year, and gave me a cup of jasmine tea and a delicious cake and allowed me to re-charge my bike's battery from a socket on the deck of her veranda, and after 2 hours I was on my way again, stopping for Rizzlas at a border petrol station, finally into the woods where a bench beckoned me to sit and roll up next to a wooden hay feeder for wild animals, which I did, at one point gawped at by six gawping German cyclists, baked, I free-wheeled back home.
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