Zeppelin Repair
It’s june, 2008. I’m finding myself on the outskirts of Brussels, looking for a very peculiar place to shoot. Something abandoned, you know. But I cannot find it. Let’s ask a local, ok? I ring someone’s door. A middle aged woman opens the door. “Excuse me mam, but I’m looking for that former Zeppelin Repair thing!?”. She looks at me like if I was some sort of wacko who just escaped a mental institute. I repeated my question. “The former Zeppelin Repair Center, do you know where it is please?”. She rambles some french words, from which I could understand that there’s no such thing as a Zeppelin Repair Center, there never was a Zeppelin Repair Center, she has been living there for over 20 years now, and that I should get the hell out or she will call the police. I leave.
Walking back to my car I could spot a large building across the railroad tracks. I head over to that place, and bingo: the remains of one of the very last Zeppelin Repair Centers in Europe. How about that, old lady! For over 20 years she hasn’t been aware of the fact that there was a former Zeppelin Repair Center lying in her backyard! Hell, there are even blogs named after this place!
Silly? I don’t think so.
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