Talkitive

Our way led us to a rather deserted area at the harbor. Old warehouses were lined up close together and with their shabby facade did not look very inviting. At least the part I could see in the dim light of the few street lights. And the warehouse in front of which the car came to a stop looked even darker than all the others put together.

Bare walls made of old brick on which sprayers had immortalized themselves. Senseless lettering that was a lot, but certainly not art. The sheet metal ceiling was slightly arched upwards and large gates under a roof had probably received the delivery once. All around it was growing brown grass that looked more dead than alive, and a rusted fire escape led up to the roof. The only difference to the other warehouses here were the windows. They were all fine. Okay, maybe one of them had cracks or blind spots, but they would probably be able to keep the rain out - most of it at least.

In the small, shabby parking lot were several cars, o