There was grain absolutely everywhere in the mill.
Somebody had thought, that destroying the facade was a good idea.
More machinery.
This one hasn’t escaped vandals.
Finally reaching the top floor.
There wasn’t much to see there apart from grain, bird feces and broken glass.
So time to head downstairs.
Reaching the second floor already.
And here we are again.
The exploration is drawing to a close.
I wonder what this machine has done.
Not worth translating.
Further down we go.
This is where it started.
A look back.
The pile of barley flour labels and rat poison. Tempting.
Digging through the office once more.
A calendar from 1996.
One final external shot.
As of 2026 the building still stands empty. Nothing good will probably happen to it.