When I arrived outside the building, some work had already been completed. What kind of work exactly? I couldn’t tell. Were they dismantling the building? Or were they simply trying to keep people like me out?
Recent tyre tracks in the ground all led to a few entrances that had now been sealed. Where doors and windows once stood, there were now piles of dirt pressed against the building's walls. After a lap or two, I finally spotted a potential entry point. Scrambling to the top of the biggest dirt pile, a few scoops with my hands, a few pushes with my feet, and I had carved out a person-sized hole between the dirt and a broken window.
I slipped through the hole into the corridors on the ground floor. From door to door, I searched, looking for the goals of this visit: the grand lecture hall of a film school and its decaying magnetic tape reels.
