1954
So, early on an overcast spring morning, you drive up, you look from your car in awe, slobbering and salivating like a dog on heat.
Thoughts
"Fucking Hell"
"No way, no way will you get in there"
"Jesus Christ on a bike look at that beauty"
"Oh fuck, I have got to get in there"
"No way, not gonna happen"
Thoughts
"Seriously?"
"Are you taking the piss?"
"Get your arse in gear and get in there"
Security or no security, I don't need to be told twice!
Half of me was thinking: "Get some externals before you get booted out"
Half of me was thinking: "Just act like you should be here, camera out, no one will lose any sleep if they see you"
The other half of me was thinking; "Bollocks we are getting in these buildings, come hell or high water"
The canteen
Now I could go all 10cc here and sing about the things we do for love, "like walking in the rain and the snow, when there's nowhere to go"
But no thats easy and pointless.
Real love, is going in head first, into a dark and dingy basement, hoping for a reasonable landing. hoping to fuck the roof doesn't decide at that moment in time to collapse any more
Trusty head torch on, making my way through, hoping there were some stairs to get me up to the ground floor, some nice bits left behind
Love the pattern on these dinner plates.
Yup there were stairs, arriving opposite the toilets, lets see what we have up here
"THE TOILET
IS NOT AN ASHTRAY
AND THE LOO BRUSH NOT A MUSEUM PIECE"
Who said the Germans don't have a sense of humour.
Das ist fuckt!
A large communal room to work rest and play, whilst the cooks slave away in the kitchen
Nice industrial sized equipment
So time to retrace my steps, basement bound.......
The journey continues...........
