Once full with cars and trucks, there is only trash, scattered glass and sunshine left in the big garage. With the last employees the last cars must have left.
Inside the garage, where a workshop surrounded by windows used to be, someone once must have had a little snack: some mackerel in a white wine sauce. The can is rusty, all glass broken… and the fish digested long time ago.
In the back, along two buildings, locates a big garage. Due to a rather remote location, cars were (and still are) a must to get here – or several hours of hiking up hills and forests.