I entered the grandpa's old factory alone.
All the old machines were in place. All the belts likewise. The cotton on the walls still stuck on the stone. High in the sky the trapdoor let a sunray shine through a hole of the roof. I am alone in the dark corridor of the factory and I am walking past the old machinery. I am measuring the dimensions of the narrow corridors just as I used to do when I was a child. Grandpa was holding me by the hand and blocking my free access somewhere...."no that way! Are you listening to me? this way! Are you listening to me? And never go alone!".... I hear his voice in my ears mixed with the non-stopping noise of the machines.
http://www.greekarchitects.gr/en/challenges/τhe-cotton-gin-of-lower-tithorea-at-grandpa-s-old-factory-id7662
All the old machines were in place. All the belts likewise. The cotton on the walls still stuck on the stone. High in the sky the trapdoor let a sunray shine through a hole of the roof. I am alone in the dark corridor of the factory and I am walking past the old machinery. I am measuring the dimensions of the narrow corridors just as I used to do when I was a child. Grandpa was holding me by the hand and blocking my free access somewhere...."no that way! Are you listening to me? this way! Are you listening to me? And never go alone!".... I hear his voice in my ears mixed with the non-stopping noise of the machines.
http://www.greekarchitects.gr/en/challenges/τhe-cotton-gin-of-lower-tithorea-at-grandpa-s-old-factory-id7662
