The best traffic-free bike rides in Fassung Pohlitz

At the small wooden hut, just inside the village entrance, there's a place to rest and delicious soft ice cream from summer to autumn – served by the window on Sundays, and otherwise in cups from the freezer inside the hut. In addition to eggs, honey, and jam, depending on the season, potatoes and pumpkins from the field, and tomatoes and peppers from the neighboring garden are also offered. The book exchange shelves are filled with reading-loving villagers.

The ruins of the Vogelsang power plant are located in the Fürstenberg district of Eisenhüttenstadt. Construction began in 1943 by the Märkisches Elektrizitätswerk (MEW) to supply energy for the wartime economy. Ten power plant blocks, each with an output of 300 MW, were planned, but only a portion was built. The power plant was constructed of reinforced concrete with the involvement of Degussa. Forced laborers, including Jews and Soviet prisoners of war, were primarily employed in its construction. Construction was delayed by air raids and material shortages, and construction was halted on January 31, 1945. After the war, Soviet troops dismantled the equipment. Later, locals used the site as a quarry, and in the 1970s it was used for military exercises. Partial demolition in 1998 was stopped by conservationists. Parts of the plant still stand today, particularly the eastern block with chimneys and the coal crusher house.

From the bridge, Eisenhüttenstadt looks like a painting: a backdrop of red-tiled roofs, a quiet church, and pastel-colored rows of houses nestled along the shore like traces of past summers. Below, a pleasure steamer cruises along, leisurely like an old gentleman on a Sunday stroll. Its paddle wheel puffs, its bow plows through the water, as if time were a flexible concept. The Oder-Spree Canal glitters in the light, as if trying to reflect the sky—and a little of itself. To the right, the Brandenburg meadows; to the left, the tidy melancholy of a city that has experienced much and made little of it. You can see the chimney of the steelworks, but it's not smoking. Perhaps it, too, has the day off. Anyone traveling here quickly realizes: This is no postcard idyll. This is the real East. With history at its core and a future in doubt. And that's precisely what makes it beautiful – in a quiet, unpretentious way. Looking back here isn't a step backward, but a quiet forward. The wind does the rest. And if you're lucky, a heron will greet you from the shore at the end – like a guardian of a time that doesn't intrude, but remains.

There are moments when you're not quite sure whether you're cycling through Brandenburg or have wandered into a Baroque painting. The Neuzelle monastery complex is one of those moments. Suddenly, it appears – as if parked by mistake, in the middle of the landscape, as if someone had made a mistake sorting through the world heritage sites. The view from the Oder Cycle Path is famous – and rightly so. You roll along, lush green beneath your tires, and then – a mirage of sandstone, plaster, and Baroque boldness. The towers pierce the sky, which, depending on the time of day, hangs dramatically smoothed or dramatically gathered. The facade glows – not garishly, but rather with a warm self-confidence, as if it knew its effect but had no desire to make a fuss. If you stop – and you should – you'll quickly realize: It's not just a building. It's a counterpoint to Brandenburg's reserve. Neuzelle is the exclamation at the end of a sentence of Brandenburg's sobriety. In summer, it smells of meadows. In autumn, of fallen leaves. In winter, perhaps of silence. And in spring, of departure. The paths are well-maintained, the view unobstructed – ideal for a break with a view or a few contemplative minutes standing still. Those who continue on take something with them. Not just a photo, but that rare feeling that something wasn't quite right – and that's precisely why it was perfect.

Delicious cakes in an idyllic garden overlooking the Friedrich Wilhelm Canal. Highly recommended 🎂🍰🧁

Lost Place on the Wayside

The old Vogelsang power plant was built during Hitler's time and never went online.

A very pleasant path away from cars