Every Saturday there was a Flohmarkt across the street from our apartment building. Most of the stuff consisted of old clothes and cheap crap made of plastic, rubber and stainless steel, valued mainly by societal bottom-feeders.
Occasionally however you could find some interesting collectibles from Germany's past.
Including the inevitable garden gnomes, which function somewhat alarmingly as indecipherable fetish objects in the German horticultural imaginary. Who knows what malevolence lurks beneath their benign appearance? The one on the right may be masturbating.
Perhaps they arrived at the flea market in this gleefully illustrated Fiat.
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