once upon a time – the street

for years, the factory has set the rhythm of life here on the street. all the time I knew the street it was 6’clock, 14’clock and 22’clock. the street was packed then. going to work or coming out. for me the street became my lifeline, while I was working in the factory. the street gave me everything I needed; breakfast, lunch or a couple of beer’s at night

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