Dark, fog-shrouded streets. Police cars driving by every minute. Autumn leaves shimmering in the glow of the street lights. Only a few cars are sneaking through the streets, turning off their engines and lights as soon as the police come around the corner. The river divides the city into east and west. Every night, desperate people try to cross it. Some make it, some don’t. In Volkshaus Park, between the train station and the morgue, which eerily puts its corpses on public display, a dubious man is smoking a cigar.
Guben 2021 is like Berlin 1948.
A reader asked if Guben was even worth an article, thinking there wouldn’t be much to see in such a small town. But already after the first, short evening walk, I know that he will be surprised. That’s why I’m staying here for a week to explore this city in the center of world history, but of course also nearby Eisenhüttenstadt, Neuzelle, Forst and others.
As always, if any of you live around here – or on the Polish side of the river – and feel like a chat or a walk, get in touch!