Unpretentious Germany

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Mercure Hotel, Berlin


Charlottenberg Palace, Berlin



The Reichstag in Berlin


Brandenburg Gate, Berlin



Checkpoint Charlie, Berlin






Upside down Crazy house in Affoldern











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