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Wieck auf dem Darß is a municipality in the Vorpommern-Rügen district, in Mecklenburg-Vorpommern, Germany. Wieck is situated at the southern shore of the peninsula Darß at the coastal lagoon (Low German: Bodden), between Born and the Baltic seaside resort Prerow.
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The Darß is part of the former islands Fischland, Darß and Zingst. The peninsula is part of the Western Pomerania Lagoon Area National Park. The surrounding of Wieck is famous for being a resting place for tens of thousands of migrating cranes and geese. Tourism has long been a source of income and been increased after the German reunification, but the Darß is still far from becoming a crowded tourist place.
For centuries Wieck belonged to the Dutchy of Pomerania and became swedish after the Thirty Years War. After Napoleon, Wieck became in 1815 Pomeranian again. After World War II it was part of the district Ribnitz-Damgarten. Wieck now belongs to the federal state of Mecklenburg-Vorpommern.
[Source: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wieck_auf_dem_Darß]
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Germany? Before the beginning there was Ginnungagap, an empty space of nothingness, filled with pure creative power. (Sort of like the inside of my head.)And it ends with Ragnarok, the twilight of the Gods. In between is much fighting, betrayal and romance. Just as a good Godly story should be.Heroes have their own graveyard called Valhalla. Unfortunately we cannot show you a panorama of it at this time, nor of the lovely Valkyries who are its escort service.Hail Odin, wandering God wielding wisdom and wand! Hail Freya, hail Tyr, hail Thor!Odin made the many lakes and the fish in them. In his traverses across the lands he caused there to be the Mulheim Bridge in Cologne, as did he make the Mercury fountain, Mercury being of his nature.But it is to the mighty Thor that the Hammering Man gives service.Between the time of the Nordic old ones and that of modern Frankfort there may have been a T.Rex or two on the scene. At least some mastodons for sure came through for lunch, then fell into tar pits to become fossils for us to find.And there we must leave you, O my most pure and holy children.Text by Steve Smith.
