Today is a good day for leaving; Berlin is cleansed by a thunder storm, the streets smell of washed tarmac and the trees, sweet and fragrant. Before leaving we visited the NSA surveillance tower. Our journey took us out of Berlin and up winding lanes through dense forest. Bertie chugged past the no entry signs, eventually coming to rest atop Teufelsberg, a 120m high hill, constructed from the debris of WW2. Beyond the tall fences stood the listening domes and a hippy stronghold.
Words: Hugo Pullen | Photos: Dora Damian