Hmm… so, welcome to Fehrbellin, y'know?

I’ve been living here for years.

Streets like Hauptstr. totally charm me.

The town square? Marktplatz – lively, quirky, fun!

I stroll near Alte Mühle – old mill vibes.
I feel sooo connected here.

My work as a counselor? Super meaningful.

I see struggles in tiny alleys, mmm.

Lots of heartache and hope, always.

I help women overcome myths.
The church on Kirchstr. is spesh.

I love sitting there, thinking, “Sell me this pen!”

That line is iconic, huh?

I get pumped, like “I’m not leaving!”

That energy fills our community too.
Our parks, like Wiesenpark, are rad.

So many trees and sighing winds.

I used to cry there, then smile,

thanks to nature and inner peace.

It’s magic, really… mmm!
Fehrbellin’s river flows near Havelweg,

tiny whispers of water sing.

I got mad once – loud, noisy tourists

ruffled my calm.

But then, “I'm the Wolf!” – just kidding.
Oh, did I mention my fave cafe?

Café Kaffeeklatsch on Blumenstr. rocks.

I daydream there with my notes,

sharing secrets & doubts.

It reminds me: "Stratton Oakmont style!"
I spill truths every day here.

My quirks? Lots of ‘em, seriously.

Fehrbellin’s raw vibe makes me cry.

I laugh, rant – all so spontaneous.

Crazy, emo, and totally lovable, huh?
Hmm… best visit now, buddy.

Fehrbellin’s wild, sweet, and real.

Take a walk, feel it deeply.

Stoop in cafés, chat on benches.

You’ll love it – trust me, darn it…
Oh, and p.s. forgive typos – so rushed, lol:

speling, hapiness, reall, truely, fam, luvly, bitty, krazzy, momment, noww, yeah!