So this is supposed to be the secluded beach of Sassnitz. Beneath my bath towel, sand and stone cannot decide who has supremacy; comfort lies between the bed of nails and the concrete slab. In front of me, algae and driftwood prevent the after-work splashing. Behind me, beyond the cliff, the sun says goodbye to the hum of the adjacent fishery.
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