pink Lenin

Posted on August 19, 2016 by Christoph Rehage

Tags

By loading the map, you agree to Google's privacy policy.
Learn more

Always unblock Google Maps

My hostel had a corridor that was red:

And my room was pink:

I rarely ever left it.

Except for one time when I went out to get some food and water.

That’s when I noticed that some of the shops here were selling imported German products:

Milch Drink, I thought, Schokogeschmack, ultrahocherhitzt.

Pink Lenin or not, I was home.