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Osnabruck - my birthplace. |
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This is a town where my grandparents lived for a while, the place where I was born and later
visited sometimes. Returning after many years, it was a pleasant surprise to find an old town of such architectural and
historical interest.
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Some of the ancient walls that once surrounded the old town can still be seen, with a rather spooky witches
tower attached where women suspected of magical powers were imprisoned and tortured.
Beside the very large and impressive St Peters Dom church was a market selling food and the most incredible selection
of mushrooms which were being cooked and could be sampled.
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| The 'Sailors Choir'
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| The singing of the sailors choir was enchanting, re-telling the story of a sailor and his
love for a girl. This and later the deep resonant sound of St Peters Dom church bells being rung, lent a
memorable atmosphere to the experience of Osnabruck. Well that and the sheer indulgence of some
blackforest gateaux.
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