BERLIN LOVE, FLEAMARKETS

Let's walk some more, behind that block I know there is one. It's a cold and crisp sunday morning. I am in full excitement. Few more steps and I see the colors from far away. There it is, one of Berlin's great flea market in Kreuzberg. I know I am going to stay here all morning, looking at every single piece. Neon letters of all sizes and colors. Nutcrackers. Clothes. Lamps. Small things. Temple of the life of others. 
This is my passion. 

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