A town called "Home", part 2.

As I suggested a few weeks ago I returned to my hometown over Christmas and took another set of pictures. This time I wanted to show the beautiful and nice sights of Cottbus, but while rushing through the city I discovered that I really love the old, shabby and ugly bits that communism left there. It feels like a last breathe and memorial of those times that are, thank god, gone.


















If someone somehow wants to know something about the town I was born in, feel free to visit the web's home of Cottbus.