On my day-long bicycle tour to the lands around Osnabrück yesterday, on the way through the forest leading to the Rubbenbruchsee I stumbled over a farmer'S meadow in Hellern, which is on the Western outskirts of Osnabrück (and a place where I lived and was happy for four years 30 years ago), who had arranged a malicious battle line of figurines waiting in ambush for the unsuspecting eyes of the uncareful jogger, trekker and cyclist, a panoptikum of horrors so disgusting that I froze in place and gasped for air.
I took me quite some effort to keep on trying and escape the place alive without being frozen to death in disbelief.