
I just passed a branch of the Hill, a river in the Ardennes, not knowing if it was the right path to Sourbrodt.

All the way to Luxemburg, hills, hills and hills

But finally (via Germany) I reached Vianden in Luxemburg.

25 Years ago my brother and I dammed a river in a similar way, until a farmer said we should let the river flow.
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