We met at midday
and we headed away from the metro into narrower streets when we took a turn around the corner to the old bus station. The area was a wreck. We took some photos with our phones, spoke about gentrification, lack of government funding for artists and exhibitions we had been to that week.
Through the open field was a gravelled road that led us through a path of trees, with forgotten construction material and previously owned household items when it used to be a refugee camp. At the end of the path we came across two abandoned buildings. We spent a long time looking at everything that was left behind, sports equipment, stacks of furniture never used, faded books, oil barrels, mannequins, and whole sections of the buildings were crumbled.
When it started to get dark we headed back into civilization, bought some beers from the kiosk and sat at a park. From then on, we decided it would be a great opportunity to invite a group of artists through word of mouth, in order to respond with their work to the furniture factory.
