This is an on-going project.
Every bigger town has a kind of financial district, crowdy by day, abandoned, when dark falls.
When you stroll around in these empty streets in the evening, you will see remaining human shadows in the windows of the blocks of offices.
I am always asking me, what is the real personal reason of these working class heroes for not leaving the building after the regular hours.
Career ? Fear ? Passion ? Exploitation ? Responsibility ? Escape from home ?
And the shadows start to whisper....
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