KLANG KLANG KLANG
The bells of the Evangelische Auenkirsche are ringing out across the Berlin district of Wilmersdorf. It´s six o´clock, Saturday evening, and the sound is reverberating throughout the cobbled streets on this otherwise calm evening.
Isn´t it a glorious sound?
How old are those bells?
They have chimed over centuries.
Think what they have survived...
At least they have been consistent.
Klang, klang, klang...
A woman approaches me, turns her head and looks up towards the church tower.
She smiles.
Did we both think the same thing?
In a way, the sound of the bells is amusing.
At ten past six it all comes to an end.
Suddenly, the sound of the traffic can be heard again.
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