Tales of a no-people town-o-village.

No road signs, holes in the roads, that you'd better get off of your car, take it on your back and put it safely on the end of the hole. Okay, I can certainly agree that here are plenty, och, dozens of old, formerly German built-I think-almost ancient, with this characteristic Adam's family fence on the roof, mystic villas. All right, all right, I can understand, I am able to, that some cities, regions have a little population, but this, but this? This is like a Silent Hill. I'll slowly start to walk as quietly as it is demanded in F.E.A.R. When looking at the bilboards or advert spaces you may think "yes, here's everything you need, the best assortiment". Shippai! There's no eating places, so it keeps me thinking by my hypothesis. It's like in France when Louis the XIV ruled: "Everything for people, nothing with them". Maybe the water (o, again mizu desu, isn't that puzzling?) may have been poisoned, as the guide in the "Mysterious Underground Town"-which has been visited by me, by the way -has said. The ucity was a complex of bunkers almost like S.A.C built by not just anybody, but the Hitler himself. Spooky experience. Or maybe the atmosphere, guirkiness and beauty consists in this no-human phenomena, on this little graveyards with silent, wild peartrees sitting on the baulk? And my cognitive abilities haven't developed themselves enough to that high level yet? Rain falls down. J' lika' lost in far a'wy space. Pic has been specially found for someone who likes this colour.