Last Saturday, I donned my rain-defying tights, torn denim shorts, tank-top and jacket sans hoodie, jumped on my bike and spent much of the afternoon and part of the evening at Reudnitz’s Sonderposten and surroundings. I could already hear the samba drums when approaching Lene-Voigt-Park where that community fest took place, and once there, I was pleasantly
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