I could already see this beauty from an elevated road. As someone addicted to cement, of course I became curious — but it took a while before I found access. This is the outer area visible from the road. You can climb into it a little, but it is terribly unstable.
And there I saw the beauty.
But I had to look for another way and passed an old garage. Obviously, the company has been closed for ages.
The entrance shows neither a name nor a warning sign. Inside, everything is heavily overgrown. Somehow romantic, snakes are mating. Like in Goethe’s “I saw a little rose standing there, so I simply went inside without a second thought.” Lots of grass, especially sharp grass. From below, the structure already looked damaged — but oh well.
The second floor: one should never step into the middle. The floor panels are rusted through.
And because it was so beautiful, on to the third floor.
Unfortunately, an appointment was waiting for me, and I had to leave. I think we will meet again, my rose.
