Georgswall

The old harbour where ships used to dock became a road. Cars would move around there instead of ships. It happened so fast! The view didn’t become more appealing at any rate. So they dug out the edges of the port basin again and filled it with water. When the people in the surrounding houses look out of their windows they look out on the water. Water with floating letters that tell stories of sunken cities and old times. In Low German, about yesterday and tomorrow. And while the people are listening to the stories in the harbour, they hear the bells of the Pingelhus at the Georgswall. But that’s a different story.