![]() It’s the kind of place where you’ll get frowned at if you don’t mow your lawn, where blackbirds tweet away happily and where local shooting clubs recruit new members. We’re in a residential district somewhere in Lower Saxony, where the streets are lined with detached homes. Within moments, an ear-shattering racket puts an end to the peace and quiet of the morning. “I’m fascinated by the complex technology.” The words have barely left the mouth of the tall lean man in a white polo shirt before he expertly presses a number of buttons on the engine stand he has built himself. ![]()
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