The photographer as bartender. Not
Notice the crack in the wall.
A remaining bar stool, an old-fashioned
telephone and a price list which I took with me as souvenir.
There were more staircases in all directions so I
randomly chose one on the north side and went up one floor.
The top floor consists of two larger rooms with zigzag
bars and they have windows.
Everything easily breakable has been
broken. Whose footprint is on the bar?
Busy traffic outside racing on, unknowing.
Mattresses in illogical places and
another bar stool on the bar.
In a side room with purple window
glass (should have made a picture without flash). With a typewriter
on the table and a chair next to it somebody could start writing a
protest letter to the municipally at any moment. The typewriter looks
very broken though.
This plant looks very dead, and not
only because it is made of plastic.