I'm walking through a building that's definitely broken down and "under repair." I'm "looking for repair work to do." I hear the sound of people behind a door and open it. I walk in on a room with a bunch of children and youths doing extensive repair work under the presumed supervision of an adult instructor/counselor. I've walked in unannounced and they all seem a bit surprised. There's a happy friendly feel.
The floor is full of large holes - several feet wide most of them. It is is made of say brick and concrete with a layer of black slate on top. The holes are jagged, irregular, and lead to open space of the wiring and piping and apartment below.
I start talking to a girl of maybe 12. She tells me they're clearing out some kind of material - dust, old insulation. I say: " yeah I've seen a lot of that in this building too. It interferes with the air flow..." I forsee my soon to be found work of clearing it out also.
I walk away from her, stepping between the holes on what's left of the floor. Very treacherous. In fact so much so I crouch down, let my foot or feet through a hole, and push step gingerly that way. I stand back up toward the edge of the room and go through a door there into a little side hallway junction space with then another door - a closet maybe - then it leads back out to the main hallway.
As a parting shot I say loudly in a friendly joke sorta way: "God Speed! Good luck and God Speed!"
The floor is full of large holes - several feet wide most of them. It is is made of say brick and concrete with a layer of black slate on top. The holes are jagged, irregular, and lead to open space of the wiring and piping and apartment below.
I start talking to a girl of maybe 12. She tells me they're clearing out some kind of material - dust, old insulation. I say: " yeah I've seen a lot of that in this building too. It interferes with the air flow..." I forsee my soon to be found work of clearing it out also.
I walk away from her, stepping between the holes on what's left of the floor. Very treacherous. In fact so much so I crouch down, let my foot or feet through a hole, and push step gingerly that way. I stand back up toward the edge of the room and go through a door there into a little side hallway junction space with then another door - a closet maybe - then it leads back out to the main hallway.
As a parting shot I say loudly in a friendly joke sorta way: "God Speed! Good luck and God Speed!"