Oder River : Odra
The Oder (German) or Odra (Polish) river flows northward in Europe through parts of the Czech Republic, Poland, and Germany, emptying into the Baltic Sea. English speakers generally refer to the river as the Oder, although as Eastern Europe has become more accessible to the West, more and more geographers, travel agents and journalists use both variants.The river flows from Czech Silesia, through Polish Lower Silesia[?], Ziemia Lubuska[?] (Lubusz Land) and German Brandenburg into the Baltic Sea north of Szczecin, Pomerania -- more exactly it flows into the Szczecin Bay (in Polish Zalew Szczeciski and in German Stettiner Haff). North-west of the Bay is the island of Usedom and north-east is Wolin. These two islands are almost completely connected with only a very narrow passage way going in between out to the bay of Pomerania, which is a part of the Baltic Sea.
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