One last FIELDTRIP! before I leave you. On Saturdays when we have nothing else to do, Jake and I like to visit this flea market on the bank of the Elbe River, just a few blocks upstream of the Old City.
I'm a fan of looking at old junk no matter where I am. But it's particularly interesting in a different country, especially one with a recent history as fascinating as East Germany's.
You've got some World War I stuff ...
Although that stuff is a little harder to come by. And, of course, you've got loads of World War II stuff.

Notice the placement of the price sticker on the notebook. Vendors go to great lengths to hide all the swastikas behind stickers or tape because, since WWII, with some artistic and educational exceptions, it is illegal to publicly display a swastika — and the punishments are stiff: up to three years in the slammer. But since the WWII paraphernalia at flea markets here is so abundant, and so plastered with the now-taboo symbol, there are always bound to be a couple here and there that get missed.

The flea market also, always, has plenty of communist-era stuff. Like this picture of Lenin.
Notice the placement of the price sticker on the notebook. Vendors go to great lengths to hide all the swastikas behind stickers or tape because, since WWII, with some artistic and educational exceptions, it is illegal to publicly display a swastika — and the punishments are stiff: up to three years in the slammer. But since the WWII paraphernalia at flea markets here is so abundant, and so plastered with the now-taboo symbol, there are always bound to be a couple here and there that get missed.
The flea market also, always, has plenty of communist-era stuff. Like this picture of Lenin.
And stuff like this ...
And this GDR military belt I bought for my younger brother, Ford. The symbol of the GDR was the hammer and compass, not to be confused with Russia's hammer and sickle.
But really, there's just no end to the strange delights.
Here's a little gem Jake picked up during a recent visit.
He calls this little military-issue bag his "Indiana Jones" bag.
Kidding, I actually think it's cool and masculine and am delighted that I no longer have to carry his wallet in my purse when his butt gets tired.
This lady we saw from the tram leaving the flea market one Saturday apparently also made a golden find:
Jazzy-magnification:
This was my golden find:
Well, have a great week, kids. I want you all to be on your best behavior for the babysitter. Your father and I will be back soon with plenty of fun souvenirs for you from our trip. I'll miss you.
Love,
JEM

