after our grieving in raw wine was so slow, but surely went off, we were on the way home to our oberlausitzer. but typical Friday evenings around the dresden once again gave countless pauses on the German autobahns. we have decided to come to the house via the national road and bring something to the evening. we came through many villages, past many closed pubs. the faces of my four fellow travelers were longer and longer, the bells were already clearly starving. When we approached, I decided to drive past the lindenhof in radeberg. a year ago I was here with my wife, and from the local food was very satisfied. so we drove radeberg, but to the lindenhof is currently difficult to get through...
