"Just walked along the Rhine during sunset, across the bridge—an iron bridge with the sound of old wood and train tracks stretching across the vast river.
The bridge as if constructed from iron pyramids and smoky chimneys on the horizon. Anyway, the nuclear power station is off, so no smoke there. I walked across the bridge while Chinese goods in containers passed by on the train, and below the bridge, ships from Rotterdam sailed by. What's quicker, ship or boat? Does it really matter? It's all the same.
I had to squeeze myself to the edge of the ramp as other people passed by on bicycles. At the edge of the bridge, the pavement turns to a slow descent down the newly built ramp—modern, concrete, the old Urmitz Bridge from 1954. After the war, lovely churches and Fachwerkhaus villages line both sides of the river, and the river creates dangerous whirlpools. The sun sets quickly, and on the concrete walls, there are horrible Nazi swastikas hand-drawn in blue, some crossed out, though quite a few still remain, looking at the passersby.
Infront of my eyes: endless span of the sunset, hidden in the sky and reflecting on the surface of the floating waters."
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