On Polish independence day, Chen and I took our scooters over to Poland. November isn’t exactly the best scooter weather in Eastern Europe, but we made do anyways. On our way from Berlin to Frankfurt an der Oder, we passed through Fürstenwalde, the name means the forest of the prince.
It was so cold that we went inside a Döner Kebap restaurant called Alanya Grill to huddle over a cup of hot water. We each had a dürum döner with fries to warm up for lunch before setting off to continue our journey.
The town is so small it only has about 30,000 inhabitants and a handful of restaurants in the town centre. The middle-eastern restaurant we went to was owned by a Mongolian couple who immigrated to Germany shortly after reunification. As we happily chatted away in German with the husband, the wife was in the kitchen and the son was out making deliveries.
Rural forest road 
Town parking lot
When we asked him why he wanted to settle in the middle of nowhere, he had this to say:
“It’s business, I was one of the first Asians out here. There’s a Chinese place round back, a Vietnamese place down the road, so I opened the first döner restaurant. Not much competition if you’re the only one.”
Mongolian Kebeb restaurant owner
