This spot became the end station - in a double sense - for hundreds of thousands of people brought in from all over Europe. A vast number of people were dead on arrival, due to the extremely inhuman means of transport. You probably think I put the flower in there. I did not - it was waiting for me. Patiently . . .
Judging from the immediate anger, the female hand in the lower right corner mayn't necessarily belong to his wife. (But then, of course, it isn't very polite to point a camera at someone in a setting like this)
Those "bubbles" which seem to be in the foreground, are reflections of the hotspots in the upper part; symmetrical around the exact center of the image. A very specific quality of the Noct, like it or not . .
Thanks, Gip!
