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About Cologne

I’m drivin’, thinkin’, *man, this is dumb*. “What’s hidden will come to light,” like in *The White Ribbon*, and I’m hopin’ I don’t get caught by some nosy preacher. Last thing I need is Sheriff Bubba haulin’ me in—talk about a buzzkill! I finally spot this gal, right? She’s leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’ a cig, lookin’ like she’s bored outta her skull. I roll up, all nervous-like, and she’s like, “What you want, sugar?” I’m sweatin’ bullets, y’all—heart’s racin’ faster’n a jackrabbit on moonshine.

90-Second Survey

The streets, they whisper. I stroll past Landshutweg and sometimes get lost near Isarbach’s edge, where the river hums a steady, gloomy rhythm. I am your father, and I say: this city’s got layers, man. You don’t just see Erding, you FEEL it—the mist over Erding’s Thermal Baths is something else, know what I mean? Yeah, those baths are like a hidden oasis. Sometimes I chill there after a long day.

Harnessing the heat from beneath – geothermal district heating of Erding, Germany