We had to drive up a long muddy road. It had been raining the days before, so we had to be careful not to get stuck with the RV.
We could soon see the old farmhouse, but also some smaller houses that seemd to be fairly new. We had to stop right in front of one of these houses because the road got too muddy to keep on driving.
We felt like were being watched. Looking out of the car, we saw a face in the window of the small house. We were spotted. Only thing left to do was to be straightforward. So I got out of the car and knocked on the door. It took a while, but then the door opened and I was greeted by a greasy-looking man in his underwear...
He did speak German, though, and he was friendly. I explained what we wanted to do and he said, it's okay if we proceed to take photos.
There was nothing really intersting about the farmhouse. There was no furniture left except for an old piano and a travel suitcase, so we left after only a short time and started our way home.
I really do like the sound of Danish people speaking German.
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