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Wustrow, a fisherman's town called “Fischland” on the coast of the Baltic Sea. A symbolic German town. A town where peace is very much. Silence prevails, mossy roofs of houses, fish and bread, open air cinema days and on the horizon Denmark. I went together with my German friends for a weekend holiday, we were staying in an old lady's house. This place was decorated with old memories, family photos. While I was looking to them, my friends spoke German with the woman. When she found out that I was a foreigner, she changed her language to English. A part of the conversation, the lady caught our eyes and said, "This town is actually a town where the past lies like a lot of places in Germany. Look around carefully while you were at outside.” We just thanked to her for conversation and went outside to start our weekend. While my German friends were skating, I was riding the bike with the wind that accompanied me. The road was straight, there was no roughness and it was long. On my left with a century old Baltic sea view. There was a structure that looked like a part of the building that I did not understand why was in the middle of the sea. When I asked to my friends what is it, they said it was a bunker from the Second World War. At some point we stopped, there was no one around. We were on a hill. We started walking and taking pictures around. the view was great with the sunset. We carefully walked around a few huge rocks on the hill. One of my friends said that he found a little door and was slightly open. As I was trying to make sense of the location , they passed through the door and were calling to me. The door I was talking about was like a passage going down under the hill we were in. Since my friends are already past, I followed them. This place was dingy, a homey place with a few rooms. I was looking at signs drawn on the wall. It was clearly obvious that this was not a good place. That kind of place could not have served happiness. It caught my attention that the Nazi symbol from the Second World War was drawn on one of the walls. While I was looking this small area, my friends told me that this place was a bunker, a different one than the middle of the sea. Hidden place that no one easily find it. They had already seen and heard such bunkers so they had understood what was it when I was thinking. I learned that people who fled from bombs, weapons and torture in the Second World War came to here and hide. Dark and muggy place, the time I spent there i did not feel warm and safe. In the same year, I went to the Ravensbrück concentration camp in the north part of Germany and learned a lot of information. I stayed in there for two days. This concentration camp was only for women's. Improper treatments, torture all women for who are trying to escape or any other reasons. With all this informations that I’ve learned in there even it was painful to imagine the fear of the people who stayed in these bunkers during the Second World War. I can’t imagine what they felt while they were in there. Wustrow was a town with the footsteps of the past. The place was explaining that the boundary of war were very wide and that suffering was a now ons future lesson. Peace was now embracing this little fisherman's town and calling people. I understood better what the old lady was saying. In 2019, when I was riding my bike in freedom and peace accompanied by the wind, there was neither pain nor bondage under the roads I passed.