Day 25: On the Back Street Where I Live

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This isn’t sexy stuff, but I’ve been running around the neighborhood early in the morning and noticing a few things. The back street where I run is aligned with the railway line to the airport, a mere two or three stops away. Dresden is pretty small, so you can get from the center of town to the airport in about 20 minutes by train. My guesthouse is about halfway between stops.

I had noticed a lot of East German-like structures when I first rolled into town a few years back. They were pretty sorry and depressing. Well, they are finally being renovated. Thanks to my friend Hanne and the firm she worked for, they built the street where I run! The government also renovated the staunch old buildings–you can compare the before and after pictures. The buildings stand side by side with each other: one fully re-plastered with new storm windows, doors and foundations repaired, the other waiting for its turn. It’s an interesting historical comparison of two eras.

This industrial area includes new manufacturing and production facilities such as the Bosch pharmatech building adjacent to our guesthouse. The exterior to the guesthouse was renovated at the same time as the other buildings in (4).

Photos, from top:

1. The parking lot for the Industriegelände stop. Germans are good at putting their words into actions. They provide means for water runoff and drainage in parking lots under the car park areas to reduce storm drainage problems. While we are trying in the US, there’s still a lot of lip service and no action. While this solution doesn’t provide full absorption across a large area, at least the runoff is reduced. The roadways still seem to need asphalt, the most economical and durable material.

2. The Industriegelände train station. I didn’t think the noise was acceptable at first until I realized it was the route that I had taken from the airport to the city. It seems to pass every 15-30 minutes along with other night trains. I actually find the whirr comforting now.

3. The “Before” of a delapidated and unoccupied building, waiting for funding and a purpose.

4. The “After” version, ready for another 50 years of use. Buildings have good bones in Germany. In the book “the Orientalist” that I am reading now, the Germans were reknown for building solid cellars in their colonial holdings. This is a good example of the building’s stoutness and longevity.

5. The Bosch Pharmatech facility next to our guesthouse.

6. The Former Russian Military buildings used by the Goethe Institute for students.

2 thoughts on “Day 25: On the Back Street Where I Live”

  1. I love seeing where you live. And, hearing about how they are repurposing buildings – a lesson we would do well to learn here in the US. The trains remind me of a funny scene in the movie My Cousin Vinnie. Have you seen that movie? HYSTERICAL. Anyway (briefly), the train wakes the main character one morning at 5:10 am. He asks the desks clerk, “oes the train come through every morning at 5:10 am?” The clerk responds, “Oh no! This is very unusual.” Satisfied the main character continues with this day. The next morning, he is again awakened by the train at 5:10 am. He storms down and says to the clerk, “You told me it is unusual for the train to come through at 5:10 am and yet here it happened again!!: To which the clerk replied, “It usually comes at 4:30 am!” I can hear the lull of the train now – we actually have one that passes through Elmhurst at about 3:30 am and I find the rhythmic churning of the wheels quite relazing/soothing. ENJOY ENJOY…work just came in so off I go! Hope to catch up more this weekend. Thanks for sharing this blog!

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