Factories close their doors. The industrial areas are emptying and the once glorious buildings are abandoned. Where the happy couple used to tell each other how their day went, are now cobwebs and a thick layer of dust. And where the psalms were once sung so loud and proud, it seems as if the sky has fallen. I place my hand against the moldy walls and let my thoughts wander to what it must have been. They want to tell me there secrets.
