FORGOTTEN PLACES
Radio Station
— art deco sentinels, guarding signals sent to the other side of the world
007 was here
— licensed to rust, but still looking sharp
Abandoned in White
— yet the light makes it feel alive
Bon Vivant
— he sure knew how to party, if only he could tell us his magnificent stories
Phoning Home
— every cable a conversation, every plug a secret nobody remembers anymore
The Green Protocole
— the kind of clean that doesn't ask questions
Vigilant
— sixty years on standby, and still dressed for the occasion
Neighbours
— fifty years apart, both asking for coins; some things never change
Red, Yellow and Blue
— primary colours, industrial application, accidental Mondrian
Reflection of History
— the longer you look, the more the layers of history unfold
Switches
— NSA, OBC, ALB … somewhere a manual explains this, probably (Bunker bij Het Zendstation)
Teufelsberg
— once spies listened here in silence, now the walls scream colourful edgy opinions
Waiting to be Sent
— all files were ready to go... but 50 years on, are still waiting to be sent
Christmas Leftovers
— shiny balls of hope, hanging like golden memories of better days in this place in between times
From another Era
— it’s shape so alien, you cannot decide whether it’s from the past or the future
Left Behind
— whoever owned these books is gone however their stories remain
Remnants of a Wall
— fallen but still upright (East Side Gallery, Berlin)
World History
— Spanner's Weltgeschichte, volume six ... still open, a history still waiting to be finished
Al Fresco Ruins
— someone framed a ruin with flowers, just to soften the blow
Bloody Tower
— 800+ years old and still the most cheerfully named building on the block
Courtyard of the Favorites
— the favorites left, the gold stayed
Feathered Turban
— rank, faith and a single feather were all that remained
Into the Harem
— a door that opened for a select few, and closed behind them forever
Royal Soak
— the most ornate plumbing in the history of personal hygiene
Weathered
— the sculptor's work was finished in a day, time spent the next few hundred years improving it


























