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A very well-maintained castle. Tours are possible.

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A very well-maintained castle, a real eye-catcher. Tours are possible.

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There are moments when you're not quite sure whether you're cycling through Brandenburg or have wandered into a Baroque painting. The Neuzelle monastery complex is one of those moments. Suddenly, it appears – as if parked by mistake, in the middle of the landscape, as if someone had made a mistake sorting through the world heritage sites. The view from the Oder Cycle Path is famous – and rightly so. You roll along, lush green beneath your tires, and then – a mirage of sandstone, plaster, and Baroque boldness. The towers pierce the sky, which, depending on the time of day, hangs dramatically smoothed or dramatically gathered. The facade glows – not garishly, but rather with a warm self-confidence, as if it knew its effect but had no desire to make a fuss. If you stop – and you should – you'll quickly realize: It's not just a building. It's a counterpoint to Brandenburg's reserve. Neuzelle is the exclamation at the end of a sentence of Brandenburg's sobriety. In summer, it smells of meadows. In autumn, of fallen leaves. In winter, perhaps of silence. And in spring, of departure. The paths are well-maintained, the view unobstructed – ideal for a break with a view or a few contemplative minutes standing still. Those who continue on take something with them. Not just a photo, but that rare feeling that something wasn't quite right – and that's precisely why it was perfect.

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The divided city: Guben, Germany & Gubin, Poland

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quiet place by the bathing lake

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If you let your gaze wander, raise your head, and lose track of time, you will find at the Krayner Ponds what you long to seek in big cities: a piece of tranquility. Here, where the water spreads beneath the sky like an open book, your thoughts begin to wander – just like your feet following this path. The ponds themselves lie silently, framed by forests that stand on the banks like ancient sentinels. Sometimes, light aisles open up, through which the light dances, sometimes the forest embraces you with its green shadows. The rustling of the wind in the trees, the gentle gurgling of the water, the distant chirping of a jay – all this becomes the soundtrack of this hike. Those who hike here quickly notice: the pace slows down, the view becomes more precise. Every step on the soft forest floor becomes a promise, every view of the lakeshore a small revelation. Especially at the junction of the ponds – where the water surface tapers and the reeds line the path like a natural curtain on both sides – you almost feel like you're stepping into a painting. And then there's that moment when, between two branches, the view opens onto the water, calm, dark, mysterious. A stage for reflections, for plays of light, for thoughts that go deeper than usual.

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The lake is part of the Pastling Moor and is used by fishermen. Intensive public use is not planned.

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