R E S I D U I photozine #4
“Fortunately, I’ve that anxiety that keeps me focused, cautious, with the eyes wide opened. I say fortunately because that anxiety become fear in about 30 minutes from that moment. After visiting the first warehouses and searching for a good spot, between bunkers and hangars near the laboratories and offices, before crossing the only uncovered and risky spot of the entire place, I crouch down to the ground, then I observe (thank you anxiety!) and I realise that there is a car at the main gate. We wait and try to understand. The door opens, the car enters, panic, fear, escape. Yes, but where? We are in a trap, from one side there’s the street where the car will pass, in the other side a tangled blackberry bush. We run through the bush, throw away the backpack, we get into a spot and wait. The car stops, the watchman gets off, he is coming towards us, tensions run high, shortness of breath. The watchman turns around and goes away.
We start to breathe again.
OK, so what do we do? Do we go back to the exit through the road we made before? Impossible, too risky. We have to push through the bushes, little spots, crests, walls and go back to the exit, all of this with the backpacks, sprays and cameras. At the end we reach the exit and the last alarm bells: what if he saw and waited all of us at the only gate that allowed us to enter and therefore the exit? In that place we would be out in the open, there’s a deep bush to cross and the street and then out in the open again. If he is there we are fucked up. We decide who is the first to leave, the photographer, then who carries the spray, the riskiest.
We make it, we go back into the car, 2 hours lost and now what do we do?”
Testimony of an adventure
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