Town Hall
Opole, Poland
March 1994
He entered the square and looked up at the town hall rising above him. Its harsh, grey gothic architecture reminded him of a prison.
It hadn't changed since he had first seen it in the summer of 1991.
But soon scaffolding would be erected and workmen would go about painting it a cheerful shade of yellow for several weeks, if not months.
It would never be the same again.
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