above you can see some glimpses of halle in saxony-anhalt, a town full of broken windows, crumbled frontages and wired-in construction areas, that cannot decide if it wants to live or die. i was walking past the marketplace as i was struck by the sight of a tram with the destination „frohe zukunft“ written on it. once more i had to admit that the nature of things seems to have some sense of irony.