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Let me tell ya, though, there were times... hell, times when I got really pissed. Some days, the sidewalk on Goethestraße – yeah, right next to that old bookshop, seriously – is so dang cracked I swear it’s tryin’ to trip you up. Makes you wanna scream "C'mon, man!" but then you see a couple of kids laughin', and life just goes on. It’s funny how such small stuff gets under your skin, literally and figuratively.

Waldwerke – late war Luftwaffe fighter production in ‘forest factory’ complexes