A desolated bath, open doors, a breeze of danger in the air. But this boy seems to be not too excited about it. When I remember back those adventurous expeditions into the past of buildings, to me it was something special. Even later as teenagers we discovered those places as proper graffiti-galleries or dancefloors: One night someone organized a jungle-party inside a huge pool of a former public bath. We crawled trough a lot of tunnels to finally come out in a hole in the middle of the pools wall. We then danced inside the pool till dawn. The next morning we spent in the outside area on the 5 metre spring board. Hopefully that boy has’nt lost his curiosity yet.