Berlin by thousand steps

"Here's looking at you, kid", can be said after a day in Troy and Olympia, those very old ruins. The street isn't called "Prune Street", but it smells like dry fruit, root vegetables and hot chocolate. Mostly it goes straight on, just once we turn around the corner and then we pass several market places inside and outside the buildings. Feeling, smelling, tasting are the most important things and all this in the district of the sharp-sighted bird of prey.

The road leads from the downs to the ups of the plain country. When it rains the bright stones at the walls are twinkling. There's a crackling noise around and it rather gets dark in the origin of the fridges. At the veranda of the old tramway you can have some beer and then have some tea at the survival camp, chat a little bit with the mannequin named Chantal and relax with a view onto the river and the ships.