A guy would come out every day and work on the house, and it has slowly regained its former beauty. And I'm telling you, the police in Brunswick are some of the nicest people I've ever met. When we take a walk by the river, we invariably head west along the bank. The rising and falling of the river continuously changes the shape of the bank, making us search for familiar landmarks each time we walk there. The town of Berlin used to be located close to the river, and it left behind stone foundations and heaps of rubbish when it moved to its present location and changed its name to Brunswick.
Fortune hunters rummage through the rubbish, seeking blue glass bottles.
The water is still high, flowing swiftly. Fallen trees reveal old bottles tangled within their roots. Usually, we head over to an enormous Linden tree to pay our respects, and then it's on to a pebble beach, admiring chunks of quartz and seeing who can skip a stone the farthest. Last time we came down, we turned over rocks and found enormous centipedes hiding underneath. Today, the river has cut us off from our Linden tree, and as the trail becomes impassable, we turn aside and head for the tow path.