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A toilet group was hung with all kinds of notices; "stand
closer to urinal, spatter danger", "flush toilet longer",
"do not spatter on toilet seat" etcetera. Also some funny
poetry.
"Auf diesem Scheisshaus sitzt ein
Geist der jedem der zu lange scheisst
von unten in die Eier beist"
Followed in a different handwriting by
"Ich habe 2 Stunden hier geschissen
und er hat mich nicht gebissen"
In the women toilet this poetry was of course completely absent.
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"Please flush long time. Thank
you." |
The big hall can be divided into two parts, a part with a flat roof
and a part with a round roof. Along the far wall of the round roof
part were more rooms, toilets, a small workshop. Some plastic was
hanging from the roof, maybe to guide leaking water to the sides. |
Barely visible, the roof construction |
Many wheels to turn. |
This big wheel is for the fire extinguishing
system. |
A sliding door near a locked exit was blocked by pieces of wood.
These were easily removed and I followed the staircase up. This small
upper floor was halfway filled with empty racks and had a nasty big
hole in the floor. |
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The roof was leaking in many places.
The ceiling is obviously not water resistant. |
Going back to the entrance of the big hall I climbed up the spiral
staircase mentioned earlier. Here was the air-conditioning equipment
and behind that a hide out for local youth or so it seemed. They had
gathered chairs, a table and some pictures from the offices below
to make it more cozy. A skylight and lots of candles provided light. |
From top of spiral staircase |
Some place to hang out. |
I looked for a way out on the far side of the big hall, because
I didn't want to walk all the way back and because that way I would
have to cross that open part between buildings in full view of the
road in front of the factory. I did a lot of searching but the only
possible way was through a broken window which I decided was too dangerous
because of all the glass fragments still hanging in the window frame.
So back I went, through the big hall, the small hall, the first, graffitied
hall and outside where I had started. |
View through a broken window. This
is where I wanted to go. |
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