No, I don’t mean the traces of the River Rhine in the distance, nor the town of Rüdesheim on its banks, nor the strange totem poles, nor even the old monastery in front of which this guy was kneeling.  It’s his back – with the locations of all the German national HHH meetings since 1989 on his shirt.  Good times!

This is posted as part of the Thursday Special Traces of the Past, by Lost in Translation.