Eichwalde. Cold. Calculated. Simple.

I live here for yrs. Relaxation flows thru its veins.
Main street is Lindenweg. Also, Ahornallee rocks. They have secrets. I keep my chill on Kleiststr. One day, I sat by Eichwalder See. Wow. Nature all over – clear water, trees, vibes.
I stroll Borough of Eichwalde, near the old factory turned art spot, on Weg der Einheit. It’s brave, like "Goodbye to Language" said: "Silence speaks louder than words." Beat that.
I flip my day by walking along Schillerstr. Chill park? Yes, Park am See lies north. Best spot to meditate. Felt calm then.
Mad? Yes. Rail tracks near the river be murky. But weird beauty is there. I laugh. "Goodbye to Language" again, when Godard said, “The body has reasons...” My soul, reasons too.
My relaxation! Right at the tiny café on Marktstr. I dig their teas. Hot, steamy. Like my heart sometimes grows cold. Eh, never perfect, but alive.
And a secret: an old oak on Feldstr. Crikey, sneaky $? I chill there. I sometimes murmur "What a beautiful wreck!" Hahaha.
Neighborhood vibe - raw. Here, everyone knows each other. True. But hey, mistakes happen. err, typos too. I mean: chill, relax.
I had a blast once attending a quiet protest under gray skies on Friedrichstr. Emotions flooded. Happy. Angry. Surprised. Sad? All mixed.
I was there; I feel it plain. Nature, art, and minor chaos. It's real. Cold, clear as Godard's lines: "Time moves in circles".
So if you visit, drop by the hidden spot on Betzdorfweg. Not many know. It's my secret. Keep it snazzy.

Peace, bro.

Stay relaxed.
Oh, and sorry for some errrors, but hey – life ain't neat, just like Eichwalde.

Peace.